However, she was laughed.
There must be all nothing
I wished forever.
We, if we regain consciousness of ourselves, are alone in this ashen sky
The prayer was raised, wishing for the continuation of the fleeting dream
Merely that the repetitive calendar was asleep in the withered grass
Light, Mother, we have no means
Like a weeping saint, we look for a place to go
In this endless blue sky, I was searching for you
The time that is like a dream, the days that were passed with you
... the overflowing tears are surely for me to wipe away.
Accelerating, flowing, what can we find
Where to go? Flowing away? We look for a place to go
In the palm of this hand, I found you
The young boy walking out is smiling a little shyly
... the overflowing drops are eventually returning to the sea.
Again, the days when we can smile are coming; towards those days when I believed with you...
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