Time folds to one lone day,
Moon's round glow, far away.
Old attires, cities lost,
Worn by you, no matter the cost.

Weather shifts, dawn comes wet,
No umbrellas, no regrets.
Cedar forgotten, yet claims the air,
Sniffing at past, a silent prayer.

We split, as fear unveils,
Shadows cast, in tales.
Cedar blanche, sensing tales untold,
Camellias stand, in courage bold.

Weather shifts, dawn comes wet,
No umbrellas, no regrets.
Cedar forgotten, yet claims the air,
Sniffing at past, a silent prayer.

In hands clasped, a bond so tight,
Palm lines dance, changing in the night.
The tree alone knows its own tale,
So far,
So deep,
beyond the vale...

We split, as fear unveils,
Shadows cast, in tales.
Cedar blanche, sensing tales untold,
Camellias stand, in courage bold.

Weather shifts, dawn comes wet,
No umbrellas, no regrets.
Cedar forgotten, yet claims the air,
Sniffing at past, a silent prayer.

In hands clasped, a bond so tight,
Palm lines dance, changing in the night.
The tree alone knows its own tale,
So far,
So deep,
beyond the vale...