The way I live is strange for thee
Secluded in my fancy schemes
Concealed. Indulged in reverie.
Eluding all of the extremes
One day
Then the time will come and I will bloom
And cherry blossoms will grow through the crystal tomb
To praise the day.
I'll sing my song and grant my boons
And you will see and hear my true image and my tune
And know my way.
I closed the door and lost the key
No one gets close and no one will
A wicked way of being free
I know it's wrong and yet- be still!
Then the time will come and I will bloom
And cherry blossoms will grow through the crystal tomb
To praise the day.
I'll sing my song and grant my boons
And you will see and hear my true image and my tune.
In poetry so strange and bold
This spring have turned my usual pain
My trembling heart for thee unfolds
To thee it's clinging... And it leaves a stain.
Talent and passion be set free
Words that too long were held behind
All that is best in you and me
Away to fly! Away to fly!
