Underneath the green sky,
You saw the true face of love.
Surely our futures aren't dimmed by the mistakes we make in the present.
No matter how many flaws you make,
I'm glad it turned out this way.
Because I still love you.
I still love you.
The snow quietly falls down as soft, white blanket.
When we fall, the blanket of comfort always surrounds us.
When you fall,
I'll be there to catch you,
To help you get back on your feet.
Decorating our small room,
Is two smiling faces.
A photo of love.
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