(Hook) If no one sees, do flowers bloom? If no one hears, is there a tune? Fading in and fading out, Tell me what this world’s about. Sakura, Sakura, Ah, Sakura Blooming and blooming, adorning the spring, Yet in this world, there is no color. Light merely turns into waves, Gently stirring the depths of our eyes. There is no red, no blue, We are the ones who named them. The blue of the sky has no meaning, The crimson of falling petals is just a wave. In this world, there is no scent, no taste, Living beings’ noses and tongues, Transmit the shape of molecules as electricity, The brain merely decides: sweet, bitter. The scent of sakura—an illusion. The sweetness of nectar—an illusion. Upon a world without flowers, We keep giving shape. (Hook) If no one sees, do flowers bloom? If no one hears, is there a tune? Fading in and fading out, Tell me what this world’s about. Sakura, sakura, ah, sakura, Blooming and blooming, adorning the spring. The warmth of fingers that touch, The kindness in someone's words, Perhaps they do not truly exist. And yet, we still Love the spring, love the flowers, Love the sound, love the songs, Love you, love this world. On trembling waves of sound, We shed tears, our hearts swayed. Sakura, sakura, ah, sakura, Scattering, scattering, like a dream. But if I turned away, Would the sakura still be there? Particles slipping through the double slit, Mere waves until someone sees. Only when my eyes catch the light, Do flowers become flowers, And the world becomes the world. Sakura, sakura, ah, sakura, As long as we gaze, They surely bloom here.
