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.
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.