Fourth Spring - We Are No One - Not Yet -

We are no one - not yet.


Clumsy, uncertain three years.
The "I like you" we never said,
the seasons we passed by without noticing -
all of it turns into a spring breeze.


Without answers in our hands,
we still step forward
into our separate futures.


Cherry blossoms bloom,
but the flower of departure
must be more than that.


This is
the beginning song
of us -
still not anyone yet.

"Fourth Spring"