I hugged my knees and cried
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There were nights like that too
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The fragments of a distant dream
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I held them, held them, held them
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Someone said that the dreams discarded by others are stardust
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But there is no such beautiful trash can
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Such a thing does not exist
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No matter how many times I am reborn
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I will surely draw them again in the same night sky
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Like constellations, like famous paintings
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Stella, even if it blurs, Stella, even if it scatters
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The stars, even if they fade, are still there
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Surely, I will grasp them, tightly hold them
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And become the hero of this dream
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With a crescent moon like a knife
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Someone pointed with their finger, but
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I don't know such a gentle point of the knife
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It is shining, it is shining
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Tomorrow, it is shining
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I hugged my knees and cried
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There were nights like that too
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The fragments of a distant dream
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I held them, held them, held them
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Someone said that the dreams discarded by others are stardust
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But there is no such beautiful trash can
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Such a thing does not exist
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No matter how many times I am reborn
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I will surely draw them again in the same night sky
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Like constellations, like famous paintings
+
Stella, even if it blurs, Stella, even if it scatters
+
The stars, even if they fade, are still there
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Surely, I will grasp them, tightly hold them
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And become the hero of this dream
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Bricks, on the days they crumbled
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Together, we picked them up, with those hands
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The warmth of love, the warmth of love, the warmth of love
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I scoop up the stardust from my chest with both hands
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It spills through the gaps in my fingers, and at the end, the small remaining
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Grain, if it is a star of first magnitude
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I won't get lost anymore
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How many times I fell, stood, and walked
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With shining, rain-washed eyes
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Like a comet, like watercolors
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Stella, even if it blurs, Stella, even if it scatters
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The stars, even if they fade, are still there
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Surely, I will grasp them, tightly hold them
+
And become the hero of this dream
+
With a crescent moon like a knife
+
Someone pointed with their finger, but
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I don't know such a gentle point of the knife
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It is shining, it is shining
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Tomorrow, it is shining
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I hugged my knees and cried
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