Flying Dance in the sky, a barren, full of wind and snow and tears are turned into dust.
There is no use in suffering, forgetting everything to start over.
The sky is flying, the sky is barren, the snow and tears are all turned into dust.
More pain, no help, forget all can start again.
The person in the mirror is gradually blurring, but the person in your heart is slowly becoming clearer.
Now the snow is wetting my lips, and I'm getting a cold pallor.
The sea that I once went to see with you has long been frozen and no longer surging.
The time has left quietly, and my heart no longer exists.
If I hadn't been hurt by you, I wouldn't have understood so well.
The deepest pain wakes up love.
The last bad for me.