The people who aren't reborn again,
become one of the infinite stars that sprinkle the abyss of night.
Those who are reborn lose all memory of a past life.
Only to remember a complete stranger, and know something only that person knows.
An unremarkable dream you've had,
only for it to be something that's happened before.

A winter only a past life being could remember.
A tale only you can find familiar, but you know you've never heard it before in the life you have right now.

The glimpse of light you see in the winter;
is a star telling you a tale,
to always love the glimpse of light.