Still in the city of a season that I can’t get used to living in Even on the path that I can’t get used to, the smell of a stove carried on the breeze for some reason makes me feel lonesome
In the city where snow falls, white as far as the eye can see, the two of us brought our distance closer Tightly grasping your hand that will freeze with the cold, Orion shines up in the night sky
That was ok, wasn’t it? Even now I’m uneasy… Our white breath faintly remained in the gap that warmth left
In the city where snow falls, the lovers unable to express themselves well, Tightly grasping your hand that will freeze with the cold, you grasp mine back… I was glad just for that…
I touch a white flower that has one petal, and it melts
In the city where snow falls, the lovers unable to express themselves well, Tightly grasping your hand that will freeze with the cold, you grasp mine back… I was glad just for that…