The speaker compares themselves to a cherry blossom, something beautiful but short-lived, here for only a few weeks each spring. They become the petals that drift down and brush against someone's cheek like a kiss. The detail that stands out is the silence: the petals fall without the other person hearing, so the love is gentle but also unnoticed.
The feeling underneath is a mix of tenderness and quiet longing. The speaker seems to love someone without saying it aloud, and the closing lines suggest patient waiting, staying silent from one year to the next. The final phrase, "till I can't see you anymore," adds a note of sadness, as if this devotion might continue for as long as the speaker is able. The mood is soft, wistful and a little lonely. Like the blossoms themselves, the poem is delicate, and its beauty comes from how briefly and quietly the speaker's love is able to touch the person they care about.