From when have we been living without being able to laugh wellnThe seasons that I was with you, were covered in white, and covering my chestnnAa, the powdery snow is pouring down, in this skynRight now, I raise my hands, and I caught you.nnThe warm snow is more beautiful than anythingnThose that fall on our cheeks disappearnAs if you were a white flower You were bloomingnnThere is no meaning to nothing The distance to the moonnHealed even the feeling of distance between you and mennAa, the powdery snow is pouring down, in this skynRight now, I raise my hands, and I caught you.nnThe cold weather stars are more beautiful than anythingnThose that fall on our cheeks disappearnLike a dried out iris, swaying quietly in the wind