Everyday she sits under the cherry tree
Admiring the landscape for hours on end
There wasn’t anything else for her to do you see
For she had not one friend
In her mind the painful memories were vivid
They walked all over her
Because she was innocent and timid
The tree listens to her worries
It is caring and patient
It is also wise and is quite ancient
The cherry tree is her companion
She loves it to death
And she will cherish it
Till her last breath