Lyrics

I whisper that I miss you, yet speaking these words only deepens the ache,
Even your photograph can’t soothe this relentless longing.
Time feels cruel, and in its unforgiving pause, I find myself resentful—
Not just of the passing days, but of what we have become.

In this place, it is always winter.
Even August arrives draped in frost.
My solitary heart sets off on a silent train through an endless snowfall,
Hoping I might hold your hand and journey far enough to banish the cold.
How many snowflakes of longing must descend
Before the gentle warmth of spring finally reaches us, my friend?

Like a wisp of dust adrift in empty air,
If only I could become a flurry of snow,
I would drift straight to you in a fleeting hush,
Closing this distance in an instant.

Yet the snow petals fall ever softly,
Carrying us further from each other’s reach.
I miss you… I miss you…
How many wakeful nights must I endure,
Before your face greets me once again?
Before we stand eye to eye, heart to heart?

My dearest friend, you know me better than anyone,
And morning’s first light will inevitably break the dark.
No shadow, no season, can seal our hope forever.
Look—cherry blossoms begin to stir, promising winter’s end.

I miss you… I miss you…
Just a while longer, endure these final nights,
And I will find my way to you,
I will guide you home.
When this frigid season loosens its hold
And flowers burst into bloom,
Wait for me there a little longer…
Wait for me.