the way that we walked together back then is lost   yet always we were walking, someday shall I meet with you?      atop the gently sloping hill, the snow slowly falls I understand that I cannot reach you, yet   in your room, a single flower of the kind that you loved, is now...      the day of last year's final snow a promise firmly exchanged   when I remembered, it started to melt, and spill from the palm of my hand      atop the gently sloping hill, the snow slowly falls I understand that I cannot reach you, yet   in your room, a single flower of the kind that you loved, is now...      all alone by the window, just staring at the snow, while I remember you   through the glass, I recall you, and give you a final kiss...      hey smile don't cry anymore   from here on, always, I'll be watching you      atop the gently sloping hill, the snow slowly falls I understand that I cannot reach you, yet   in your room, a single flower of the kind that you loved, is now...      the brightness quietly colours the inside of the town white   you saw the season's final colours   a tear falls reality is cruel, isn't it?   you saw the season's final colours      the four seasons and your colours too soon will disappear   the snow melts, on the street corner, the flowers bloom   you saw the "hues" softly dissolving      the day of this year's final snow *on the street corner, one single flower   when I look up at the sky, the final snow will spill into the palm of my hand*