There is a sad, lone star in the dark sky once again.

I am looking at your photo, but I still miss you.

In that short moment, everything stopped for you and me.

Time is so cruel, now it is hard.

I am going through our white memories; it is alright if it is just a dream.

How much longing has to fall like snow for the spring days to come?

One of these nights,

Let’s meet again.