Perhaps
I wonder what place we have in this world.
Well, it's not like I cared too much about it to begin with.
.
From ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
This body of mine would one day
Break apart and fly away,
Fly away into the blue sky above,
.
Never to be heard from again
While the song of the mourning dove
Is sung within the glen.
.
Like the cherry blossom tree's flowers,
A human life is as fleeting
And as beautiful
As those flowers.
.
Year after year do the petals fall,
Making us ever closer to our end.