Cherry blossoms should represent beauty and the fragility of life. They were symbolized as an omen of good fortune, an emblem of love and affection, but for me, cherry blossoms were the sign of a love that died.
Cherry blossoms were to be seen as beautiful, but whenever I see one, it just breaks my heart in remembering how my dream ended, and how it tragically made a hole to my future.
I thought you loved me. You said you love me, but I saw you kissing someone new, beneath the moon.
Now I know why the gypsies say that a falling blossom only touches lips that lie.
It was Spring. It was meant to be festive, merry, joyous. It was a day of merry-making, but I was the only one to commemorate the early Spring days as the holidays for mourning, regret, and grief.
Maybe our love was indeed meant to be like a Cherry blossom. They exist only for a short while. It was not meant to last long.
I certainly knew that the night I saw you.
It was the night a cherry blossom fell and touched two lips that lie.
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The Lying Cherry Tree
Romance~AtsuKageHina Medieval AU~ The knight in shining armour always saves the princess, that was always the common story flow of every fairy tale written in almost all of the children's books. Is it wrong for me, just a merchant, to have my knight in shi...
