I'm so glad that
Winter is cold
Because it gives
Me a reason 
To invite
Your chilly left hand
Into my right pocket

"I wish it would snow"
You say with a pout
But things don't always go the way you want
Don't kick at the leaves
You'll trip and fall again
You're mad for some reason
But you seem to be enjoying yourself?

In the still untouched
Carpet of snow, the footsteps
Of two people carve parallel lines
Even if that sort of dream [bad word] [bad word] 
I begin to smile faintly
On this snowless road

There is a knack to walking with another person
Your stride is small so
I have to try and take my time
And I look at the scenery
I look around at the scenery where you are

Before the curtain
Of snow melts
Two people sound
The orchestra of their footsteps
Look, that dream
 [bad word] [bad word] yet
But you give me a smile
I understand

In the still untouched
Carpet of snow, the footsteps
Of two people carve parallel lines

Yeah, even if I don't pray
For the [bad word] [bad word] 
You taught me how to smile
On this road I walk

I'm so glad that
I met you
And when this [bad word] again
The memories stored
In my right pocket
Will be kept there while I walk on

On this road without you