Why is it that all the best things fade?
Nothing stops time, no plan yet laid.
Why do sakura fall at their very best?
With them the joy of spring set to rest.
Why is it that childhood must end?
Growing cynical knowing no friend.
Why do sweet songbirds leave you?
Nature made harder than it needs to.
Why is it that snow must melt away?
The dreams you dreamt couldn’t stay.
So tell me why this is the case,
That all good things leave this place?
