My dear, if snowflakes could also smile, would you be willing to come back to me?
My dear, if snowflakes could also smile, would you still tell me that the happiness in fairy tales really exists?
My dear, if snowflakes can also smile, where will I meet you again?
The snow in winter always falls without any warning, leaving a mess of sadness scattered on the ground.
It fell too fast, really fast. I didn't even have time to catch it before it fell to the ground. What fell was the fragile crystal or the sorrow that no one had time to pick up.