Can it be another day?
Can it be another place?
No, it can't and never may.
Time is cruel writer of my play...
But I remember, yes, I swear
In a land exotic far away
Cherry blossom filled the air
And the breezes swung my hair
I remember moments shared on the way
Kiss and touch from all were hidden
As we walked down by the cherry tree
Forever sign on it was written
Telling story of the love forbidden
It was special beautiful and sweet
It was fantasy or dream
It was magic, maybe spell
But thoughts of May I will dispel
For seconds treasured while the years pass
And moments lost in memory with no compass
