That azure blue worn shirt
and your oval-shaped spectacles.
It looked upon my shadow's
silhouette as I walked away
with my back facing you;
I wouldn't be able to turn around-
you were the only one
who kept me from leaving
for good, that's why I
will fight the tears and
leave no traces-
don't find me,
I don't want to be found-
but spoken as the opposite-
on that late winter night
the white snow fell onto me
and you, as you walked away
seeing as I've decided
to never come back again.

My translucent tears;
they melt the icy cold,
the shivering against the heart-
the heart that wouldn't stop
shaking...
hey... it's not like I can't leave without you.
Or maybe I really can't.