The fine snow falls on the entwined trees.
Moonlight waxes and wanes.
Crying, "Don't go far away."
Today, too, once more.
It slips through the gaps between my fingers.
I'm just gathering memories.
Little by little we drift apart.
Before we knew it, we were separated.
The fine snow falls on the entwined trees.
Moonlight waxes and wanes.
Looking out, the land is snow-dressed.
As if to wrap it all up.
The passion I dropped somewhere.
The warmth of the day I loved someone.
Even days that can never return.
They pass by.
The red thread that binds my finger.
Beyond it, it says to shed the burden.
Let tears run down my cheeks.
That sea, too, will someday dry up.
If we could meet again.
There are only words I want to say.
The scenery seen across the sea.
I wanted to talk about it together.
The fine snow falls on the entwined trees.
Moonlight waxes and wanes.
The pain in my chest from letting go of this hand.
As if to wrap it all up.
The passion I had forgotten somewhere.
The warmth of the day I loved you.
Be a longing that can never come back.
And I will go on living.