I hop on the last train of March.
Oh, how tired am I to wait for Love?
I'll just go home alone to recharge,
My heart that was exhausted enough.
But when the Cherry Blossoms bloom,
My heart expanded with a boom!
There is man with the face of beauty,
Also alone tonight in this city.
He noticed the poor me staring,
On his perfect body so daring.
He's so divine he gave me a smile,
How I wonder what's in his profile.
I am but a poor unsightly maiden.
My dreary heart had now awaken,
Now that you're here in this train,
While the Cherry Blossoms rain.
I waited for him to make his move,
A maiden who waited for him to save.
How great would I cherish his love?
For him, my love, I will be a slave.
We are reaching the last station.
The Cherry Blossoms stopped to fall.
The warmth I felt in this situation,
Will later began to befall.
As he step out to the cold night,
I followed too, and waited there.
He looked at me with his eyes of light,
His eyes are full of lovely delight.
But the warmth slowly turned cold.
As I had only mistaken your light.
Why did I left my heart uncontrolled?
When it had never got who is right?
I looked at my back and there I saw,
A loving wife with two kids she holds.
Oh why, Oh love, had you do this?
For I am but a dready maiden,
A maiden that fell once again for your tricks...
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