You rest in forever, and I wander with time.
You kept your distance in eternal of frost,
I sigh out in silent, because I dare not interrupt 
…the bear in its sleep.

Forever;
but time don’t stand still —
only the growing of distance stretch longer each day. 
The gap grow more wider, the abyss too vast.

My sigh and my words travel the world —
may it reach the shore of your heart,
so forever can be in the blink of an eye. 

…alas, spring will arrive.