January Sakura
Sakura, color me pink,
Sakura, color me white.
Above all colors, don't hold red.
A delicate figure among the snow,
Such jealousy and respect cannot compare
Your Wisdom and you Pride.
But now, with a ripple, you left...
Should you come back again,
Please don't spread waves of blue,
As only yellow is allowed
In this gray realm of wistfulness.
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