white out
You are looking for me in this white-dyed cityI am looking for me even though I have lost enough to overflow
I have good-bye without sorrowI feel lonely without lonelinessIf you do not notice it's surely goodA small snow hid me
You are looking for me in this white-dyed cityThere was a footprint of that day in a corner of the hidden ground
I have good-bye without sorrowI feel lonely without lonelinessYou probably noticed that in the time of visionSnow hid a little you
Someday this land will be my memory.It becomes a respiration-stained cell which does not peelI am someday dyed white and ambiguous cellsIrregularly reflect on you and your memory
I seem to be looking for you in white dirty cells
You can not grasp the tears small enough to be grasped in goodbye without sorrowI did not know you knew it was brokenMy hands are dyed white and the two eyes are lying down In memoryThe voice of that day that can not be covered even if stacked or stacked Snowy fleetingness
There is still something I want to lose to overflowYou and me who have melted in snow that will not disappear even when paintedI am still looking for