A world, surface of white.
continuing to fall down even now, it covers my body in white.
What am i doing in such a world...?
Since when have i been alone in this place?.
Buried in snow... was my hand.
That hand was holding something.
i pull it up.
A hand of pure white.
It was a girl's hand.
Ahhh... that's right...
I was not alone.
I brushed off the snow covering her face.
Her figure which slept quietly, surfaced.
We were always together...
In this world.
In this sad, lonely world.