Putting a hand on my heart, I try to confirm
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The existence called "me"
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It seems to be a regularly moving countdown
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There is no such thing as immortality, what is born will eventually die
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Can we live only in a cage called fate?
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This life shines in a given moment
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I wonder how many flames I'll meet
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I want to burn while emitting light
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This is the proof that I lived here
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The season when yellow flowers spread their seeds
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Their down rides upon the wind
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Finally reaching unknown ground and taking root
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If there is soil, they will fill my empty heart
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Dropping their seeds there, is there a way for them to grow?
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I dream of having my wish granted, and hang my head without having it granted
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The voice that can't become a sound screams in my ear
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It is true that I live recklessly, rather than holding my knees
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A flower's life is also a short-lived light
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While wandering in a cage, I wonder where I should go?
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The chains I can't see entwining my chest are the piled up weight of experience
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This life shines in a given moment
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I wonder how many flames I'll meet
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I want to burn while emitting light
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This is the proof that I lived here
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I dream of having my wish granted, and hang my head without having it granted
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The voice that can't become a sound screams in my ear
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It is true that I live recklessly, rather than holding my knees
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A flower's life is also a short-lived light
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