Konayuki

The season of snow powder always comes  
Although we are mixed up with a mass of people, 
we are looking on to the same sky. 
Blown by the wind, we are chilled by it.

I may not know everything about you, 
but I’ve found you among 100 million people.

There’s no basis for this, but I believe this with all seriousness:

We can’t live at the same time without trivial fights,
If I can’t be honest, then happiness and sorrow are meaningless.

Powdered snow, if you paled me white to the heart
Can you share our loneliness?

I pressed my ear against your heart,
Going gently, deeply towards where the sound is coming from
That’s where I want to disembark, 
There, we’ll meet once again.

I want us to reach rapport but I was the only one who touched its surface,
the only thing that was holding us together was my hand squeezing yours that was numb with cold.
Powdered snow, in front of us, eternity, too fragilely, becomes a stain upon rough asphalt.

Powdered snow, this heart that has transcended, time is faltering,
And yet, I want to continue to protect you.

Powdered snow, if you paled me white to the heart
You would wrap around our loneliness and send it back into the sky.