Back to the days
When the Cherries bloomed
Tiny dreams and whispering words
Wondered why the good times are gone in a hush
For those fleeting moments, we still adored
In the tender dusk, our souls once soared
Like the golden hour
The beauty of yore
I’ll recall that
I’ll recall that
Once the thunder roared and bellowed in the steppe
I’ve got a dream
For you and me
I believe
