Author Hiroaki Sato Cherry blossoms are white and bright on all the trees.Remember: we once chased a spring wind and left town.Fifteen years ago we became intoxicated like this, here.The same river still murmurs as in the past. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments