When cherry blossoms fall,
and they will fall,
place a dove above my grave,
to tell the world I died for love,

and I will forever lie,
somewhere between the ground and sky,
where air balloons can touch and fly,

when it rains, there will I be,
dancing as the rain falls through me,
paper heart beats no more,

but love lives on,
smiles fade and fly and fight,
and one last time, that dove takes flight.