Together on the bench
under the cherry tree
slowly letting the day

set in the night
Another evening together
under the cherry tree

Do not think romantically
of the sparkle in a glass
the flame of a candle

in the twilight
intimately together
under the cherry tree

That would be a surrogate
and leave us no space
to feel who we have been today

to sense what we really want
It is in the air we breathe
and smell, here, on the bench

under the cherry tree