GLAY

A silent crowd, white breath, charmed by history's profound hand
The way home when I was a child, hurrying along the snowy paths and ringing of the cold
Underneath the streelight, the fluttering snow flakes fall against my frozen cheek
When I close my eyes it's like it was then, strict days and people living intensely

Someday I want to go there with you, to the time when snow was piled up everywhere
I want to show you the white of the city I was born in
Because I want to be with you, and I love you the more I think about you
On cold nights, I can still hear the bell sounding in the depths of my heart

Looking up at the moving clouds, I ask the quick passing of time
Where the terminal station is for the sadness that everyone holds on to
In a sunny spot on the dark hill road, I meet the phantom of my youth
I feel lost and come to a halt when I hear "I'm fine", more so than just feeling like I miss it
The trembling splendor in a world passed by, gazing far away
Exposed to the cold wind, from that day my love couldn't move on

The more I think about you, the more I want to see you on a night when I can't
In my memories, the footprints left from us walking are left behind...

The white snow continues to fall on the pattern of my heart, softly
The falling white snow continues to fall on the world of an uncertain person
As though it's forgiving everything

Someday I want to go there with you, to the time when snow was piled up everywhere
I want to show you the white of the city I was born in
Because I want to be with you, and I love you the more I think about you
On cold nights, I can still hear the bell sounding in the depths of my heart
The more I think about you, the more I want to see you on a night when I can't
In my memories, the footprints left from us walking are left behind...