From ancient days and wars gone by,
through often hazy history,
sounds the might warrior's cry -
his deeds to us no mystery.

And yet today his ways live on
kept alive by faithful few
who practice with a fervor strong
to keep the arts alive and true.

The path he trods is effort's road
and so he does not look to see
anything besides his load
of training constantly.

And I am one of these the few
who strive to keep the warrior's way
alive yet somehow always new
to meet the dawn of each new day

with a passion that will give
a life to life that not all have.
Yet how can I say that I live
and not see beauty Nature gave,

not prepare that one to meet
who will speak beauty to the heart,
not see the flowers at my feet
or have the one with which to start

a whole new kind of life and love.
Yet its so easy to fight on
and miss the one that you should have
and never know it 'til she's gone.

And so I make this my decree
that as I go the warrior's way
I'll not be too caught up to see
the beauty of Nature day by day.

I gave my all from top to bottom
to having her - most beautiful.
For she to me was the cherry blossom
I was lucky to have seen at all.

She's the beauty in my life
that once has come can never leave,
for though our love ended in strife
I'll always have sweet memories

of her beneath the cherry trees
at Onomichi that fair Spring's day.
And though she left me across the seas,
my heart can still look back and say

How beautiful...

how beautiful...