As the shade of snow that has yet to melt,
I go on with my feelings unspoken.
Tell me, are there words sufficiently heartfelt,
For me to terminate my unfinished devotion?
Every part of you has lost its tomorrow,
Alongside me remains a weakened glow.
Your energy is free and mindlessly roaming,
Verifying that the mourning keeps growing.
As a vile spell that has yet to break,
I still possess this substantial gown.
Someone tell me what kind of peculiar flake,
I am to search for in a snow-filled town.
Moments where frosty tears would've shed,
Are replaced as they freeze beneath the sky.
They remain concealed among my dread,
And in warmth, pass the borders of my eye.
The two people, always together with glory,
Have now dramatically been torn apart.
And that is all there is to this story,
Not every tale is created with art.
But despite not being able to see you off,
I have seeked medication for the cough.
And once I have successfully treated my flu,
I will manage to live my life without you.
