That year, in the depths of winter, I met you. For the first time, I realized your heart could be even colder than winter.
Someone asked me why I was crying. I wanted to ask you why you no longer thought of what I looked like.
Memories are always so sorrowful.
I wondered if I could see through you with my heart,
but I couldn't guess your thoughts or see through you,
until one day, you suddenly appeared and asked me, "Would you like to give us a try?" I smiled, because I could see what happiness looked like.
