Her.

Sakura, Sakura, Sakura.
Sakura smells like cherry blossoms.
She smells like a sweet perfume that no matter how hard you shower, the smell never goes away.
Sakura, Sakura, Sakura.
She is just oh so pretty.
Her dress dances with the wind.
And her short brown hair complements the stump of my favorite tree.
Sakura, Sakura, Sakura.
Her eyes remind me of my favorite spot near the ocean, where no one can find me, crystal clear blue.
Sakura, Sakura?
Oh how I wish, just this once more than anything. That me and Sakura could be together.