Too many things I want to say.
Too heavy to say casually.
With nowhere to go, I swallowed them down.
My words turned into sighs.
Blurred in white, vanished in the sky, and you were gone.
Only I was left behind, all alone.
Without even realizing that.
I ran blindly, not knowing where to go.
When I grabbed your slender arm.
There was one thing I finally knew.
I couldn’t catch up with the speed you drifted away.
Another winter passed.
The letter I kept so carefully.
And the little present.
I remember them so painfully clear.
The things I did to you.
First love, sweet and faint, and we missed each other.
Too young, too pure, that’s all it was.
But still, even now.
Why do I still feel this way?
Because you were the one I truly loved.
I wanted you to answer me with the same truth.
I only realized that selfish wish.
In the third winter.
When I grabbed your slender arm.
I knew everything from the warmth I felt.
Couldn’t hold you, couldn’t get through.
That winter too long.
Only for the one I truly loved.
The words I thought I gave you still.
Frozen in a corner of my heart as time goes by.
The third winter.
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