Sakura Note

A soft breeze through the classroom window, the curtain swaying, my heart swaying too. Ordinary days, voices goofing around — I thought they'd last forever. Initials carved into the corner of a desk, a promise that never got erased. Not being able to say "see you tomorrow" — I only learned that today.

I believed this bond of ours would never come undone, but the season quietly turns the page.

On a platform where sakura petals dance, your smile as you wave goodbye — keeping the tears a secret still, you laughed and said "I'm okay." This isn't goodbye, it's the signal for a beginning. Toward each of our own futures, we'll start walking, because I know we'll meet again.

Brand-new shoes, just a little tight, the future still feels awkward. Every time I glance back past the ticket gate, my chest tightens, but — in different towns, chasing different dreams, we're still connected under the very same sky.

Even far apart, this feeling won't disappear — it becomes a mark, colored in sakura pink.

Toward a sky where sakura petals dance, let's send our feelings flying. Loneliness and hope, all of it — I'll hold it close and keep moving forward. For every "thank you" I've said, I feel like I grow a little stronger. Beyond this journey's start, I believe I'll meet a brand-new light.

Hey, do you remember? On the way home, talking about silly dreams. Toward a future we can be proud to show that version of us.

When sakura petals dance again in season, so that we can laugh together once more, let's turn our tears into a tailwind and run toward the future. I won't say goodbye — we're connected in our hearts. Toward each of our own tomorrows, let's spread our wings, carrying the days we spent together close to our hearts.