For so how many years have pass,
There is one question that I want to ask,
Question that will answer the doubt in my heart,
If you will still want me to be your last.
The scent of a winter and a pine tree,
The blooming flowers that I want to see,
I wish that every moment you'll still here,
To love you and have more memories to keep.
I am still holding on to the promises you said,
The dreams and pretty plans that we will share,
I have a question and answer it with sincere,
If you still want me to be your last, again?