Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or this poem. This poem belongs to Edna St. Vincent Millay. I just tweaked a bit.
In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I walked the road beside my Sasuke.
The trees were black where the bark was wet.
I see them yet, in the spring of the year..
He broke me a bough of blossoming sakuras.
That was out of the way and hard to reach.
In the fall of the year, in the fall of the year.
I walked the road beside my avenger.
The rooks went up with a raucous trill
I hear them still in the fall of the year.
He laughed at all I dared to praise,
And broke my heart, in little ways.