The flowers in this city
Don’t smell like a thing
Why could it be, why could it be?
And all the chicks are so pretty
So plastic
Why could it be, why could it be?
Cherry blossom
Cherry blossom
Being a pop star never lasts for you
Cherry blossom
Cherry blossom
I don’t feel sorry, I feel tenderness
You can’t always be a star and shine forever
I’ll laugh when I’m eighty and look back
I’ve never been afraid
Of a crazy laugh
What scares me more is the one who lies or laughs little
If you’re sixty and get flustered when a woman fronts you
It means you haven’t learned anything
It means you have a problem
Cherry blossom
Cherry blossom
Being a pop star never lasts for you
Cherry blossom
Cherry blossom
I don’t feel sorry, I feel tenderness
She who knows, knows
That if I’m in this, it’s to break
And if I break with this, then I’ll break
So what?
There’s only risk if there’s something to lose
Flames are beautiful because they have no order
And fire is beautiful because it breaks everything