Alice had placed her violin back inside of the case and walked back to her room when she sung softly. She didn't have an amazing singing voice but it was quite nice.
"The fluttering snowflakes are the stars' shards; reaching your hands into the sky,
you can feel our coming-and-going wishes for each other, can't you?
Now everything has become shrouded in a shade of monochrome.
The white breaths I softly let out are shaped like the words I wanted to convey.
Without a doubt, with just their warmth, the sky has become slightly brighter.
Our encounter, having become your encouragement, is exactly the initiation I wished for.
The loneliness of having to stare fixedly at darkness has already come to an end.
When we fold our wings, soaked in sorrow, over each other, they will turn pure white
and become our gentle courage, as we wade towards each's own future.
My heart is bursting with excitement as I await the dawn of this secluded world.
As soon as I bring my light with me on a journey, a new "tomorrow" will begin within me.
The fluttering snowflakes are the stars' shards; reaching my hands into the sky,
I will always believe in our coming-and-going wishes for each other.
Now everything has become shrouded in a shade of monochrome.
Our strong wills are now in motion, reflecting our waxing-and-waning selves.
"I will persevere to the end." We smile brightly, with the compass glittering in our eyes.
Defrosting our frozen memories, now together with the love we have found,
and without looking back, let's sense each other from the sky's two opposite shores.
Each following our own trajectories, even if we would never be able to meet again,
we will surely be connected somewhere in this light-brimming galaxy.
The dissipating stars, like fine sands, tenderly caresses my bosom again.
As I quietly fall into a slumber, the afterimages of my dream
will still be shrouded in a shade of monochrome.
My heart is bursting with excitement as I await the dawn of this secluded world.
As soon as I bring my light with me on a journey, a new "tomorrow" will begin within me.
The fluttering snowflakes are the stars' shards; reaching my hands into the sky,
I will always believe in our coming-and-going wishes for each other.
Now everything has become shrouded in a shade of monochrome."