" If you look at it from this hill,
Our city looks as small as the palm of our hands.
The many seasons we laughed together
Even the sad things that hit my heart,
It feels very small.
Everything becomes a small snowflake,
It feels like it's going to touch my cheeks and disappear.
Where do you live?
Are you hiding by a small window and looking at me?
Even if we are far away from each other...
That heart doesn't get smaller from me.
How do you feel?
On a snowy day like today,
Are you looking at me from a high place?
Or are you just praying for it to get smaller?"
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