Under the Sakura Tree

Under the cherry tree, I hide my face. My heart's in

an endless chase. Does he ever see the notes I send? The shy glances

I can't defend. Oh, Asahi, do you even see me?

I'm the lonesome girl under the sakura tree. In the class, his laugh's like

a golden ray. In the dark classroom, it will light the way.

Books in my arms, I pass the same lane. He's so close,

it's hard to stay sane. His shadow stretches, it touches mine. But he keeps

walking, showing me no sign. Books in his hands,