Sakura Full of Grace
Today I see Sakura from distance.
In my imagination, she tilts her head and looks directly into my eyes, smiles and waves her hand like a little child looming herself to her parents.
In my imagination, she waves her hand and walks to me, pleads me back and wins my heart again. "Forgive me," she says fiercely. "Forgive me."
She walks by, passing other people. She tilts her head and notices my gaze. Her lips twitch. Her eyes meet mine and speak a hundred words.
The time stops ticking.
She smiles and keep walks by.
In my imagination, I weep.