My tears are falling like the snow;
No, don't go
That's what I want to say, but I can't.
I can't.
I can only hope that the snow hides me,
conceals me, shelters me.
I can only wish for the cold flakes
to bury our past,
never to be dug out again.
I can only let the falling, falling snow
help me forget and wash away
the sweet words,
the loving embraces,
the passionate kisses.
After all, it's for the best.
*Isn't it?