I'll head over there to search...
The theory I completed to fill in this empty space
Should be correct, but
It spins gently and aimlessly around like a snowflake
The future is chaotic-
So from the slightest crack, from however
Slightly warped an ideal, it'll diverge
The lukewarm water
Made a sound as it suddenly began cooling down
If you're going to change the path you're heading down
Now's the time to do it
I don't want this replica
I'll only be satisfied with something I can call the 'real deal'
I'll head over there to search...
"But that's like a time-old fairy tale"
I gaze at the empty space where my answer has disappeared
It should have been filled in
But however hard I try, I can't tell for sure
Even if you carefully raise a pretty flower
It'll easily be trampled by
An unrestrained, thoughtless step
A small sprout is getting covered up
By the white blanket that's fallen on the ground
The distant, distant spring is
Underneath this snow
However hard we try, things that can't be seen
Will end up fading from our memories
We'll lose sight of even the place we're headed to search in
And step unknowingly on the sprout
The flower that was relying on memories immediately withered
Unbeknownst to my footsteps
We should go and search for a
Place we can call the 'real deal' surely...
Right about now
I don't want this replica
I'll only be satisfied with something I can call the 'real deal'
I'll go and look for you
"Thank you, for finding this tiny sprout"
You whispered