Following the trail sketched when we were young,
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we search for an answer, while looking up at the same sky.
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The thoughts hidden in our chests are overflowing;
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they soar in the sky and turn into silvery arrows.
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Our pain of not being able to find each other
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is making the path of truth become hazy.
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As silver arrows intercept, our gazing pupils
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were surely reflecting the same dream.
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Even if we stumble, even if we are injured,
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let's take off, making the wind our wings.
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In a faraway place where not even our voice can reach,
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we are surely looking up at the same sky.
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Now I can finally believe that by a miracle we will meet again;
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I don't even need a reason.
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When two attracting hearts become closer,
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they will illuminate the path of truth.
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As the released silver arrows pierced our chests,
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let's make an oath to the blood dripping from our wounds.
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Even if we inflict pain, even if we inflict injury,
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we will not let go of our bond.
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Our attracting hearts are melting into one
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and gradually open up the path of truth.
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As silver arrows intercept, our gazing pupils
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were surely reflecting the same dream.
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The silver arrows pierce the overflowing thoughts in our bosom.
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Now we'll race towards our promised place.
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Even if we inflict pain, even if we become lost and inflict injury,
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we will not let go of our bond.
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So even if we stumble, even if we are hurt,
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let's take off, making the wind our wings.
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The shining wings dyed golden by the sun
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will sketch a trail of life in the sky.
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