Wrapped in the piercing cold air, in the middle of the road,
The murmured words melted into white.
In the sky of winter, the future we can see, and the future we can’t,
“I understand,” I tell myself.
In the freezing, increasing heavenly wind,
The reflecting world mirrors the wavering heart.
The countless overflowing memories are no longer a curse,
But the light to move forward once again.
The faint snow dyed by gentle light is like a firefly’s glow,
Now illuminating the path, bidding farewell to weakness.
The footsteps once lost are now erased by the following wind,
Waiting for you, spinning wishes.
Like petals falling from the blooming heavens,
Like delicate makeup, the world is fleeting and warm.
Wrapped in weathered fingers, someone’s feelings
Certainly now touched the depths of my heart.
Clad in the light awaiting spring, the faint snow is like a firefly’s glow,
Now illuminating the path, toward where the shooting stars beckon.
The once lost footsteps are now erased by the following wind,
Waiting for you, spinning wishes, ah…
Until they reach the distant sky, where wishes come true.