Yuki No Iro

In the corner of a dark room hangs a single painting
Every time I laugh or cry, I layer on more paint
It’s not just pretty colors, it’s my own story
Like snow, how should I draw your figure?

With my fingertips, I’m
Leaving traces behind
If I touch you with these hands, will you just disappear?

It was just a rough sketch
Even my future feels like this
It turns into a feeling
That really means something
Just having you here
Makes everything flow smoothly
I can move forward

There were times when someone hurled cruel words at me
When I felt like I was being torn apart
But what’s important is definitely
Not something so easily
Soiled, I felt it somewhere

Without any embellishment, without any frills
On a day that passes by so casually
I reflect it just as it is

In the pouring light
What kind of you will I meet?
How many expressions can I find?
With my warmed-up palm
I’ll carry a new color
A mingling of REIYA

What color is the snow?
It’s not just white, it’s cold
Where is the snow that covers this town?
It looks warm

I can’t do anything on my own
Yesterday was all tangled up
But you gently untangled it with a careful touch
At the bottom of the encroaching twilight
I won’t let it settle down

It was just a rough sketch
Even my future feels like this
It turns into a feeling
That really means something
Just having you here
Makes everything flow smoothly
I can move forward.