It's been three years...
If the two of us weren't quite like this,
not so irregular, but something common,
there wouldn't be such wonderful snow, would there?
We wouldn't find ourselves so in love, would we?
Let's keep a secret of all that happens next
I pray this tired prayer...
When I can laugh with you, it's as if there's no pain,
and the little town is still so young
"Look, now! The anemones are blooming, see?"
Telling a lie while being buried...
Only footsteps pass the two of us by
Veronicas knock on the door of the morgue
I swing a broken umbrella, saying nothing,
never taking my left hand away
Still blind, I chased your footsteps,
and I violated my prayer...
Where do we go?
We can go anywhere, can't we?
As always, here we are at world's end
"Look, now! The anemones are blooming, see?"
Merry, merry Christmas, but we...
won't be back again...
If the two of us...