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I open out the window, wishing that I could go back to that time when we could laugh together. My overflowing tears dissolve the snowy landscape that I saw with you. This year, again, winter is coming soon. You, who was once here, are not around. What should I pass the time thinking about? Can I think, "I want to see you?" The snow comes falling down. We are walking separate paths, but I'm always thinking about you. Even if you turn around once more, I don't need anything but you. All the mundane times we spent together - the places we went, the things we said, the things we did - After you are gone, these things have become precious. After I was separated from you, I realized that. At that time, I gave love to love, didn't I? |