She lounges against the cherry tree, it's in full bloom.
Marijuana cigarette hanging from rosy lips,
Cerise dress flowing around her, an unsullied poppy
Wrapped around a lock of blonde barnet
From that point, life could have been perfect
As the sunlight cascades through the branches
Beauty is captured in her face.
Underneath, below the surface
In the grave of beauty
A hell lingers
As each petal drifts down from the cherry tree
She loses a friend, a family member
Betrayal jumps onto the path of love
And as her head droops
A teardrop, a shining jewel falls
And from that point
Life could never be perfect.