Remember that snowfall ten years ago? Like falling cherry blossoms. The cold wind dried up the only memory of the two of us. I stood in the distance waiting for you, but what you left to me was the distant figure of your back. I threw the necklace you gave me into the snow, and my feelings were buried in the snow. Without my warm embrace to dry the tears on your face, the wind would hurt.
But I never thought that you would still look back at me ten years later.