Winter has just arrived
A small cold and a great cold are waiting for us
Compared to the temperature of the heart, the outside is far too cold As if to protect me, white frost gathers on the surface of my heart People will probably assume I am a very cold person But you once said that mornings with heavy frost are clear
So that our hearts do not freeze over So that the heart, at least, aches a little less So that the white frost may wrap around us
This winter, I will keep gathering beautiful sentences For the me who will someday fall again — hurting a little, staying well
The moment of pain and the course of recovery are forgotten, but someone’s sentences remain in the heart
When I miss you too much, snow falls There is something on its way Rain and snow are what comes What is waited for The nature of dreams is to melt, like rain and snow Rain and snow and people are what disappears What disappears like that, yet remains, strong What remains and writes What pours out its heart What lives open Powerless, yet fragrant in its powerlessness
Even if we pass each other like strangers we are not strangers to one another we are looking at each other
In winter, so that we may come a little closer we will drop our fruit and leaves and grow lighter
