When the Sakura Blossoms

I will come to kiss thy forehead when the sakura blossoms in thy heart, If mine imperfection breaks the string of love that connects our soul, I will tie an endless love knot with broken string to the sakura tree of thy heart And will hold thee tightly in mine arms and never ever let thee fall. Every pink petal that falls from thy sakura, falls on mine love's ground, And every petal that touches mine heart just grows into a new sakura trees. And would thou believe, mine sweetheart? — This blossom stays all year round. The sweet scent of thy sakura intoxicates me when it mixes with love's warmly cold breeze. I just wish to rest in thy lap after being exhausted by catching thy love petals, As these sakura trees are singing love poems in the form of thy heartbeats. Hearing thy sweet voice and rustle of sakura branches—All my exhaustion settles And at night, I pray to Selene that our bright love finds each other in every dark streets. May this sakura stand tall with the blossom till the end of heaven and even after its end, And I promise to thee that I will save every bit of mine love and only on thee, I will spend.