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 *on the street corner, one single flower

when I look up at the sky, the final snow will spill into the palm of my hand*