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the way that we walked together back then is lost
yet always we were walking, someday shall I meet with you?
atop the gently sloping hill, the snow slowly falls I understand that I cannot reach you, yet
in your room, a single flower of the kind that you loved, is now...
the day of last year's final snow a promise firmly exchanged
when I remembered, it started to melt, and spill from the palm of my hand
atop the gently sloping hill, the snow slowly falls I understand that I cannot reach you, yet
in your room, a single flower of the kind that you loved, is now...
all alone by the window, just staring at the snow, while I remember you
through the glass, I recall you, and give you a final kiss...
hey smile don't cry anymore
from here on, always, I'll be watching you
atop the gently sloping hill, the snow slowly falls I understand that I cannot reach you, yet
in your room, a single flower of the kind that you loved, is now...
the brightness quietly colours the inside of the town white
you saw the season's final colours
a tear falls reality is cruel, isn't it?
you saw the season's final colours
the four seasons and your colours too soon will disappear
the snow melts, on the street corner, the flowers bloom
you saw the "hues" softly dissolving
the day of this year's final snow
 Ai Kyuketsuki · Tue May 01, 2012 @ 04:12am · 0 Comments |
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