A Night's Tale

Our cherry blossoms had smoked, where they used to smell like light of the morning and the time was running faster, into the deepness of the pitch dark night.

The faerias on the cherry tree say: "every blossom will find it's way to cherry again, but in a cryin manner"

Wise of the tree, Tanglin yelled through the night: " Don't stand on me ya reckless dreamer! There won't be any blossom, you won't find me there anymore! "

This tree, we had breed together, might still be standing on its place but the rest what has been left, is hard to face.. Harmonically, under the mighty sky, at a spirit fulled night, we had gaze up at the stars. Do you remember they were in our reach? We could hold them in our hands. Some left in our pockets, some were left at that night just to keep telling the tale to incoming nights... 

Then in time, it went on to long hours hill. Only thing that had remained was two heart's will. Hopeless that we had seen, stars breed the blossoms on the hill without Mr. Tanglin...