In the direction of where the wind has gone,
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while searching for something,
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let me continue walking without haste,
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within the flow of time.
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In the crevices of my fading memories
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are the afterimages of radiance.
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From the other side of the pure clear sky,
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the countless silly dreams,
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as well as several choices and options,
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would peek this way from time to time.
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Only the passing seasons
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have changed their looks.
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Even now at the corner of my mind,
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our innocence from back then
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still feels so very nostalgic.
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There must be a reason for this. Ah.
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In the direction of where the wind has gone,
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while I was searching for something,
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suddenly gave me a push on my back.
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They're quietly instilling courage in me.
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Surely this kind of hesitation
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exists within everybody.
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On a day when you are in a bad mood,
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they will either stay quiet and give you some space,
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or let their unspoken tenderness
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with its seemingly indifferent warmth.
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People are such magnanimous creatures.
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While I'm thinking over this,
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my mind's probably making it more complicated than it is.
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I can't seem to change my usual pattern
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of trying hard in vain. Ah.
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I will continue walking without haste
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to the place I must reach.
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Even if I don't know where it is right now,
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I have a feeling that everything will work out
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as long as I stick to my style of doing things.
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In the direction of where the wind has gone,
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while I am searching for something,
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the shards of my dream, as definite as they can be,
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suddenly gives me a push on my back.
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I will continue walking without haste
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to the place I must reach.
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Even if I don't know where it is right now,
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I have a feeling that everything will work out
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as long as I stick to my style of doing things.
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