Although it has been years since I last saw you,

And since then, my heart has changed like

the summer's storm,

I still feel your heart near my own.

A pastel sunset,

Lines the path to the future,

A silvery thread.

Autumn leaves blow by me;

I am alone, in the brisk, fresh cold.

But a cool wind blows, and on angel's wings, I hear

'I am near.'

Snow falls

White, flying dreams on the freezing forest

My tears mingle with the dusty flakes against my cheeks,

So my friends won't know

Christmas comes,

and looking through a frosted window pane,

It's a starry night.

I hug myself, because like a great forest,

in my own way, I am alone.

Winter covers these woods;

I close my eyes

One more time, since I lost you.

Is it strange, then?

That in the darkest winter, there is a light?

Some call it Spring,

Reaching out in an endless green.

I will always call it Life.

Just as life dies in the winter,

As returns in the Spring,

Perhaps I shouldn't have been suprised,

to see you again.

You've appeared again, my Spring,

My love from the Past.

Nephrite; with these eyes,

I can see you,

At last.