In this poem the author talking about a type of tree that is cute cherry trees which currently has around the branches in bloom perennial list sorted according to, which passed in the jungle. White drifting to both Welcome Easter at now. In the age of seventy years of my Twenty years of age, I probably won't come back again, and if the deduction of twenty-seven out of the ten years. I will continue to age for another fifty years. And when the flowers bloom has seen fifty years. it is a matter for the little time I travel to cherry blossom viewing, which will bloom to both white. In this poem a poem he wrote this article the author at the age of twenty. The meaning is that we are all people's life expectancy on average is 70 years of age, this time in a poem written over twenty years, and then he (is it not to revert again). Remaining fifty years, it is what you do, don't hurry, a utility like him to look at the beautiful cherry trees.