Cherry blossoms, falling, falling
Their pink hues filling the sky,
The Air,
And others just can't help but stop and stare

They start into the eyes of the youn girl,
Whose eyes is full of joy,
The clear, emerald gaze,
One so clear,
But if given the time to go into depth,
One would get lost in a maze

She falls, she falls
For the man in front of her,
His rich black hair, his cold, onyx eyes
Winter
Winter is coming, and the cherry blossoms
Dissappear
There's a feeling of bitterness, of cold
The girl begins to freeze,
Though her heart is still warm
And once again, the cherry blossoms
Begin to fall,
And fall,
And fall

They twist and turn, and ripple,
The edges becoming gray and dark
There is but one blossoms left
On that tree,
The only one to survive the coldness of this man
This winter man,
This ice,
This snow,
This blizzard

And slowly, his cold, lifeless fingers
Reach for that blossoms
The only thing that
Has been able
To warm him up
In
All
These
Years

She murmurs his name as he lifts the flower
Off the tree
There are now no cherry blossoms
On the tree
And winter overcomes her senses,
But she welcomes it
For their love is frozen in place--
It is never going to fade,
But nor
Will
It
Ever
Melt