"Doesn't it look like snow?"

"The speed at which cherry blossoms fall is 5 centimeters per second. At what speed must I live...to find you again?"

"There comes a time when we will choose. A time in life which we're confused. This feeling we will share exists. It sometimes translates with a kiss. The floor is ours. Let's not waste any time now... or we'll regret everything. So...take my heart back to beating. Back to feeling you."

"I was born to tell you I love you. I love you and I'm torn to do what I have to make you mine. I know everything you wanted is what you have and I'm tired of being all alone. Do you still remember us..."