It would be nice if I could live every year peacefully, just like this beautifully falling snow

Stopped…

Aaah...

To tell the truth

Whenever I saw snow, I often thought

Even if I rummage through the depths of my heart to remember, there's nothing left

I’ve long stopped thinking that way

Not even a fragment of the beauty and splendor of that ordinary snow

Why do I want to live only on such peaceful days?

Aaah...