I took the one blossom on my head and held it tight, almost strangling it, hoping it would never ever leave me.
The poor wilted blossom felt happy none the less, but still it wanted to be near me.
I looked at the sorry blossom with sorry eyes... I dont need it, i have my own cherry blossom, I'll just keep in mind that crushing it wont do any good.
I'm thinking maybe i should burn that tree down.
