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the way that we walked together back then is lost
yet always we were walking someday shall i meet with you?

atop the gently sloping hill the snow slowly falls i understand that i cannot reach you yet
in your room a single flower of the kind that you loved is now

the day of last year's final snow a promise firmly exchanged
when i remembered it started to melt and spill from the palm of my hand

atop the gently sloping hill the snow slowly falls i understand that i cannot reach you yet
in your room a single flower of the kind that you loved is now

all alone by the window just staring at the snow while i remember you
through the glass i recall you and give you a final kiss

hey smile don't cry anymore
from here on always i'll be watching you

atop the gently sloping hill the snow slowly falls i understand that i cannot reach you yet
in your room a single flower of the kind that you loved is now

the brightness quietly colours the inside of the town white
you saw the season's final colours
a tear falls reality is cruel isn't it?
you saw the season's final colours

the four seasons and your colours too soon will disappear
the snow melts on the street corner the flowers bloom
you saw the hues softly dissolving

the day of this year's final snow