From the window, always unchanging the cherry blossoms, in the breeze
flutter flutter flutter flutter and dance

today, too, my senses are fading
who are you? I cannot recall anything
take my hand, reassuringly
in your grasping hand tears overflowed and fell

your eyes endlessly streaming with tears were telling something 
your fragrance, for some reason seems dear...
in this room surely I will lose my life alone, or so it seems
flowers that no-one can possibly discover....

rapidly falling flowers, that float in the breeze a white hospital
room, that blows in the breeze

the pain, day by day, is building up, worsening
this thinning, ugly body you held me tight, embracing me..

as my time of death came near, one important person I remembered
tomorrow I'll become ash, return to dust
from the window, I can see the cherry blossoms underneath those
blossoms I want to sleep
wrapped in warmth in your hand....
room 304 in quiet, while they carried me
so that I will never forget you

from here, with the cherry blossoms, I sway in the breeze and I will
remember you

fluttering, fluttering
fluttering, fluttering