Riddled with sakuras and crush.
Your riddles made me bewildered. How I wish I could solve them before the last sakura drops.
What puzzles me lingers on my mind.
I keep reciting the riddles one after another, still I have not got a clue.
What are the metaphors used? Puns? Or irony?
No matter how I nag at you, you would just tell me to be patient.
Winter has gone and spring has come, the sakuras begin to bud from the lonely branches.
"By the time the sakuras blossom, the answer will be revealed," you said.
I have no choice, after all, you are the only person with the key.
Together we gaze at the dewdrops dripping down the petals, we feel the moistness in the spring breezes. We chatter about everything but the answer deep in your heart. The hints you randomly drop delight and frustrate me at the same time.
We hang out for sakura viewing. The sky is filled with sakuras in full bloom and the pavement is carpeted with a sea of petals. Even the air is pervaded by the smell of the wafting sakuras, which sketch out the shape of the wind. At this moment, a limpid world is all I want. I crave to see through your heart and find out the answers to the puzzling riddles.
At the end of the day, I just could not solve your riddles.
"It is crystal clear that all of them share the same answer," you said, "I have fallen for you."