Last night,
I had a dream of days gone by.

Of when you and I,
were still fifteen.

We were in the middle of a large field blanketed by snow.

Faint artificial lights shimmered from houses in the distance.

Our footsteps were all that blemished the virgin snow.

We believed we would one day watch the cherry blossoms together again.

Of that, we had no doubt.

Of that, we were certain.