I'm running through the snow again When will spring come again? I need the bloom I followed every winding road and the path it took me to Falling back to her would be easy to do But I must fly, fly away from her Now I don't look back in anger, do you? Falling back to her would be easy to do I must fly, fly away from you I'm packing up my things again, when will the movement end? This chapter is through I followed every winding road and the path it took me to No I don't look back in anger, do you? Falling back to her would be easy to do But I must fly, fly away from her