Once the sun rises in the end of the week, I wake up. Smelling my favorite peppermint tea. Looking to the outside where Sakura are blooming. I don't hear any sounds because you've already gone.
You used to be here.

I take a little walk and stop here, under the tree that is full of pink Sakura. It's May, the peak of the spring.
I'm collecting sakura petals.
They can help me to make a wish.

I wish.
Tears won't fall from your eyes.
Although tears had been my friends since the last snow of this season.
The last time. When you said we were going to spend this spring together.
But it would never being part of our story.

At least,
I know you're fine.