Dear

What came to me in the misty morning was an unmistakable truth,
From the other end of the line,
Your faint, hollow voice,
"If we end this, maybe" Trembling, I'm already alone

Tear-colored snow softly, softly dancing in midsummer,
Melts upon my cheeks, holding our memories

What spins around me right before my eyes, is only the film of my memory
"From my tears ?"
Your seemingly faint appearance
But even then, it's clear; you are still beautiful to me

Tear-colored snow softly, softly dancing in midsummer,
Melts upon my cheeks, holding our memories

When I wake up in the morning with you not beside me,
Lonely, lonely Today is cloudy and rainy again

The first and the last love song I give to you, ironically, is a sad, sad goodbye song

Tear-colored snow softly, softly dancing in midsummer,
Melts upon my cheeks, holding our memories

If, for example, if we were born once again,
I hope I'd get to meet you in the winter, which suits you so well

The taste of your kiss I am nearly sick of, the days that the two of us painted
For me, for you, for the two of us, now Bye bye