Lyric

Chiba morning…

One leaf, then a hundred, now a thousand

And I’m still walkin’

Steppin’ out in a secondhand suit

Sky so clear, and the crowd feels cute

Easter bells in the distance ring

Kids run past with a plastic wing

Cherry leaves like notes in the breeze

Floatin’ down slow like forgotten dreams

City breathes in a holy hush

Old folks smile as the buses rush

A thousand leaves in the sky

One for each time we said goodbye

But I’m still here, still beneath

The quiet rain of every leaf

Shoppin’ bags swing, I’m light on my feet

Mom’s old words in my backseat

Told me, “Son, don’t chase the gold,”

“Find your faith where the bread gets cold.”

So I wander through the neon sigh

Half awake under pastel sky

Crossroads hum with the sound of youth

And Easter speaks in a hidden truth

A thousand leaves in the sky

One for each time we said goodbye

But I’m still here, still beneath

The quiet rain of every leaf

Paper wings and whispered names

Folded notes and picture frames

What we’ve lost, what stays the same —

All of it lives in this spring flame

A thousand leaves in the sky

Stories drifting as time goes by

Still I walk, still I breathe

Underneath these thousand leaves