The rainy seasons passes, and into utterly clear skies, I stare, and alone I fluffink.
I'm sure that by now, you've gone as far from me as these clouds.
Then I remembered what you once said:"Summer is fine, but winter I hate..."
Everytime you think lovingly of me, you suffer so, and I'm the same way.
An undying feeling, the fear of loss; you said farewell.
The scarelet seasons passes, and serene skies blow in the chilly winds. All along I felt my days with you
could never return; I had resigned to such a fate.
But then you returned and said:" On chilly nights, you sough company."
In lonesome freezing times, we were together, yes, the same as you.
Now I wish for the second summer to come near; surely, you said, we're only going to repeat our mistake...
With all the complications of your warmth, I've come to understand your feelings;
Only in lonesome, freezing times I was the one whose unfullfilled your wishes, yes, you were the same.
Now I wish for another summer to come by, and I'm bound to only repeat my mistake.
But still, might someday be a day we can face each other bare?
I'm sure it will come...
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