Cherry Blossoms

[ Lyrics ]

Pink snow, your hand in mine,
Pink snow—falling like a sign.

We wandered under petals, soft as a film scene,
You caught one in your fingers, said it looked like dreams.
Humming that old track I played on low volume,
Your elbow brushed my shoulder—felt like a moment.
We stopped to take a picture, you made a silly face,
I laughed so hard the focus blurred, time slowed its pace.
No script, no set, no director calling ‘cut’—
just us in golden afternoon, soaking in the sun.

And the air smelled like sugar and spring,
like everything good could begin,
but I knew—oh, I knew—
it wouldn’t last past May.

Pink snow, your hand in mine,
dancing through the falling sky.
Every step felt like a rhyme,
in a love song passing by.
You’re the light, I’m the lens,
capturing what time won’t keep.
Pink snow, sweet and brief—
it’s beautiful ‘cause it can’t stay.

You spun me near the fountain, I tripped on cracked stone,
You held my waist like I was something you’d known.
I said, ‘This is too pretty—it can’t be real,’
You said, ‘Maybe not—but we’re here, and it feels.’
A kid ran through the branches, sent a storm downstream,
we stood there, smiling, covered in the seen.
No need to speak, no need to name the feeling—
it bloomed in silence, soft but revealing.

And the light hit your cheek just right,
like the world had paused for us tonight,
but I knew—oh, I knew—
even perfect things dissolve.

Pink snow, your hand in mine,
dancing through the falling sky.
Every step felt like a rhyme,
in a love song passing by.
You’re the light, I’m the lens,
capturing what time won’t keep.
Pink snow, sweet and brief—
it’s beautiful ‘cause it can’t stay.

Years from now, I’ll still see this—
not the words we said, but the weight of your wrist,
the hum of the city muffled beneath,
the way we didn’t need a reason to believe…
That for one afternoon, we were stars in a scene,
no need for sequels, no futures to mean.

Pink snow, your hand in mine,
dancing through the falling sky.
Every step felt like a rhyme,
in a love song passing by.
You’re the light, I’m the lens,
capturing what time won’t keep.
Pink snow, sweet and brief—
it’s beautiful ‘cause it was real.

Pink snow…