"I like winter because words appear white and visible."
Next to you, who said that, the cynical one thinks...
Oh, I see, that's why they rise into the sky and disappear like this.
Didn't I convey it directly to you, who was still looking down?

If I could hold you close right now and tell you everything will be alright, would something change?
Wouldn't the city I looked down upon and the starry sky I gazed up at be enough to paint over everything?

I wonder if you noticed my outstretched arm.

I doubt you'd say I'm good enough for you.
But I'd like to hear them say at least that I'm good enough for them.

We were swallowed up by the current of this great river through which we live.
I'm even scooping up every drop you spill.
Let me fight, let me fight against that doubt.
The final step I named without ever taking it was
This is surely just the first step.

I like winter.
If I could hold you close right now and tell you everything will be alright, would something change?
Wouldn't the city I looked down upon and the starry sky I gazed up at be enough to paint over everything?
Even if it's punishment for approaching while shaking, I'll laugh because I'm here.
I'll tell you indirectly, but as honestly as possible, maybe next spring.

I like winter I like you