Mawaru
Meguru
Shiroi kisetsu no naka
Samayou kono omoi wo
Toki hanashite
Tsunaida futari no te no nukumori ni
Tokete yuku
Shiroi gerende no shizumari kaeru yoru
Akaruku terashidasareta jikan wa
Sora made mo
Tomaru yoake made mimamoru iki wo koroshite
Itsu no manika
Furu hoshi no matataki
Sugi iku omoide wo sotto yuki de tsutsunde
Yume wa midare saku
Mawaru
Shiroi kisetsu no naka
Suki tootta kuuki ni
Maboroshii wa kieru
Kooru
Kasumu mirai no asa
Yasashisa wo sagashite wa
Nomi komarete
Hirotta omoide no hitotsukami wo
Mitsumeteta
Ima wa dokomademo
Omoi ga tsutawaru youni
Furueru yubi
Atatamete kuretane
Chirakashita omoide wo sotto
Sora ni ukabete
Furishikiru mizore majiri no
Yuki ni nijimu namida
Itsumademo dakishimete
Fuyu no hi ni tooku
Takaku
Negai ga todoku youni
Ashiato wo tadoru yoru
Kurikaeshite
Furishikiru mizore majiri no
Yuki ni nijimu namida
Itsumademo dakishimete
Yume wa midaresaku
Mawaru
Shiroi kisetsu no naka
Samayou kono omoi wo
Toki hanashite
When the season of white comes 'round,
The wandering, forgotten desire is freed.
Melting in the warmth of two lovers' held hands.
At night as the silver ski slopes quiet down,
And the silent sky looks on, that first moment shone so bright.
Breath caught and held 'til dawn's first light.
Twinkling shooting stars fall, unseen and unaware,
Drifting memories enclosed by the falling snow.
Once again, the blooming spring touches the dream;
it falls into disarray, only to bloom again within.
Vanishing, it floats into the transparent air,
a morning phantom of freezing haze,
disappearing into the future.
Inhaled, it seeks gentleness.
This handful of memories, picked up and watched over.
Even now, they transmit the desire everywhere.
Trembling fingers were warmed.
As scattered memories float gently on the air.
Tears rain hard, changing to sleet and snow as they fall,
Embracing the dream closely, forever.
The wish must reach far and away from the days of winter.
Yet again in the night, as the footprints are traced.
Tears rain hard, changing to sleet and snow as they fall,
Embracing the dream closely, forever.
The dream revives when the season of white comes 'round.
It falls into disarray, but blooms once again,
And the wandering, forgotten desire is freed.
Meguru
Shiroi kisetsu no naka
Samayou kono omoi wo
Toki hanashite
Tsunaida futari no te no nukumori ni
Tokete yuku
Shiroi gerende no shizumari kaeru yoru
Akaruku terashidasareta jikan wa
Sora made mo
Tomaru yoake made mimamoru iki wo koroshite
Itsu no manika
Furu hoshi no matataki
Sugi iku omoide wo sotto yuki de tsutsunde
Yume wa midare saku
Mawaru
Shiroi kisetsu no naka
Suki tootta kuuki ni
Maboroshii wa kieru
Kooru
Kasumu mirai no asa
Yasashisa wo sagashite wa
Nomi komarete
Hirotta omoide no hitotsukami wo
Mitsumeteta
Ima wa dokomademo
Omoi ga tsutawaru youni
Furueru yubi
Atatamete kuretane
Chirakashita omoide wo sotto
Sora ni ukabete
Furishikiru mizore majiri no
Yuki ni nijimu namida
Itsumademo dakishimete
Fuyu no hi ni tooku
Takaku
Negai ga todoku youni
Ashiato wo tadoru yoru
Kurikaeshite
Furishikiru mizore majiri no
Yuki ni nijimu namida
Itsumademo dakishimete
Yume wa midaresaku
Mawaru
Shiroi kisetsu no naka
Samayou kono omoi wo
Toki hanashite
When the season of white comes 'round,
The wandering, forgotten desire is freed.
Melting in the warmth of two lovers' held hands.
At night as the silver ski slopes quiet down,
And the silent sky looks on, that first moment shone so bright.
Breath caught and held 'til dawn's first light.
Twinkling shooting stars fall, unseen and unaware,
Drifting memories enclosed by the falling snow.
Once again, the blooming spring touches the dream;
it falls into disarray, only to bloom again within.
Vanishing, it floats into the transparent air,
a morning phantom of freezing haze,
disappearing into the future.
Inhaled, it seeks gentleness.
This handful of memories, picked up and watched over.
Even now, they transmit the desire everywhere.
Trembling fingers were warmed.
As scattered memories float gently on the air.
Tears rain hard, changing to sleet and snow as they fall,
Embracing the dream closely, forever.
The wish must reach far and away from the days of winter.
Yet again in the night, as the footprints are traced.
Tears rain hard, changing to sleet and snow as they fall,
Embracing the dream closely, forever.
The dream revives when the season of white comes 'round.
It falls into disarray, but blooms once again,
And the wandering, forgotten desire is freed.