• This is my dream,
    This is my wish,
    This is my hope,
    This is my bliss.

    To feel the warmth of the sun,
    Lying softly on my skin,
    Without a care of what’s begun,
    Without a care of what’ll begin.

    The sky above forever calm,
    As wisps of white paint the blue,
    Beneath the boughs of a cherry tree,
    I lie and watch the sakura bloom.

    This is my dream,
    This is my wish,
    This is my hope,
    This is my bliss.

    A calm wind blows,
    And stirs the air,
    I’m never with,
    Any reason to care.

    As I drift,
    Twixt sleep and wake,
    This dreamlike state,
    In which I partake.

    This is my dream,
    This is my wish,
    This is my hope,
    This is my bliss.

    Even this bliss,
    Is not complete,
    Or so my heart,
    Does entreat.

    For one last thing,
    I do desire,
    I wish for love,
    My soul on fire.

    An angel with,
    A soul so lush,
    With beauty to,
    Make sakura blush.

    This is my dream,
    This is my wish,
    This is my hope,
    This is my bliss.