IUnder the cherry tree’s tender sway, Moonlight paints dreams in soft array. Your eyes catch mine, a glimmer divine, A melody played on love’s fragile line. The koto hums a wistful tune, Echoing secrets beneath the moon. A touch, a sigh, like spring’s first bloom, Yet fleeting as dusk slips into gloom. Oh, hold my hand, beneath the stars above, A fleeting waltz of shy, unspoken love. The petals fall, a soft cascade, Time’s gentle harp will soon invade. Through whispers where the cool breeze glides, Your voice becomes the song it rides. An ember glows, an ache in the heart, Yet longing’s fire tears it apart. The road ahead winds deep and gray, But can we halt the break of day? If love is brief as the sakura’s bloom, Let’s dance till the dawn relieves the gloom. Oh, hold my hand, beneath the stars above, A fleeting waltz of shy, unspoken love. The petals fall, a soft cascade, Time’s gentle harp will soon invade.