gush of cherry blossoms swirls, 

spring wind fanning her cheeks,

her ice eyes blotting through 

these wild April days, 

Waiting for the train, 

A lull sea of thoughts, 

almost drowning her 

yet she breathes again 

when she saw his face 

the sceneries vanishes

the train disappears 

his face devoid of emotions 

a film of memories

wash away by April 

he walked passed by her 

not remembering their April days