I was lost in the streets with the first snowfall in winter, and I was at a loss.
When the first snow fell in Tokyo, you and I passed each other.
The music on the dance floor stopped in an instant, and those warm embraces were quickly withdrawn. I stood on the empty dance floor, stood on tiptoes, waved to those figures who had already gone away, and turned around to leave.
Time finally played the concerto of farewell, and the wounds that had never healed were dripping with blood.
I said goodbye, but you said never see you again.
So
,
Never again.