Dark clouds, hovering above the horizon...
I stand here, admiring everything that has fallen on the ground...
A saying that's forgotten in the past years...
I still look forward to remembering it...

How hard it is to look at the tree that we first kissed...
This hurt never going away...
The wisteria, gracefully swaying against the cold winds...
My only wish...to see you hold out your hand towards mine...

Morning Stars, barely seen in the sky...
I look up to them, remembering your face...
It's so cold now...
Are you there to warm this now sullen cold fields?

A darkness fled through the light...
The corners of my eyes...
slipping warm salty tears, falling on the ground...
I see it now though...what you always wanted to see...

The first tear of the first fallen snow of the year...
Our Snow Crystal....