white powder snow is falling the wind knocks on the window i dreamt the rest of my dream as i touched your cold cheek ah the songs of the birds are happy on a sleepy day and i held your hand tight not able to suppress my happiness i am looking at your straight eyes i will stroke your hair we are waiting for sping with our small hands open ah because the morning glow of this flowery city tinged our cheeks we drew our hearts close together our feelings ring in the sky transient but strong the miracle becomes a gentle light and is born ah in the city where many flowers bloom again