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Those words you were about to say
fell softly on to my fingertips.
You need not say anything.
I'll grasp your hand tightly and warm it up.
Because words are words. I can't express half of the feelings in my heart.

If you were to become a traveler,
how long would I would I be able to wait for you?
As the seasons change,
even if our memories are to fade,
I wouldn't be able to love someone with all of my heart like this.