Our Japanese Garden

I think I remember 

Our Japanese garden

Back then, our beloved island

Our old sakura trees

Right in front of our door

And the west-northern breeze

Blowing your hair

When you were laughing.

I used to think 

We've never really had

Our chance to properly 

Be together and grow old

By each other's side

But knowing we did

Somehow makes me happy.

You know, right now

I really do miss

Our beautiful garden

And each spring and autumn

When we used to sit outside 

In the peaceful solitude

Of yet another perfect evening.

Well, who knows

Maybe some day

We shall see

Our lovely sakura trees

And feel the first spring breeze

Again.