2:34 (a translation)

The snow's falling. Slower...faster..hurricane. Led by the song of the wind. Faster. Slower...Stop. Gosh, I wish you were here.

The snow's changing. Pearly, white... innocent. Silence in a hurry without a worry. Light, whole, covered. Oh! I can almost feel your warmth on my feverish body.

The snow's hiding. Always. Awaking. The silence. Nostalgia comes to life. Over. And over. Again. And I'm still yearning.