Your questions make me nervous.
They show me
How much you are willing to trade
To live in a dream that has no future.
I don't know how to help you get
From where you are standing
To a place where
The blossoms have not all fallen.
I am sorry that I all I have to offer
Is this thermos of warm tea,
But at least I brought two mugs.
Let us sip our tea together by this tree
That was born a hundred wars ago.