An overflowing feeling, I hide it by force.
Today as well, I kept staring off into the distance.
The silly little things we talked about.
Holding you close, I somehow keep living, though.
The magic words are understood only by the two of us.
These days I don't even have time to dream.
Thinking of you, it's funny and makes me happy.
We can meet again, even without a promise.
I fall asleep as if about to collapse, waking up crying.
In the crowd, I murmur a soft song.
What are you doing? I want to see your smile.
I wind up and throw my selfishness into the sky.
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The magic words, spoken aloud, are short.
But the effects are something amazing.
No one knows; even if it's found out, it won't fade.
Until the day we can share the rest of the story.
The flowers are beautiful, and the thorns are beautiful too.
The roots should be beautiful as well.
The magic words are understood only by the two of us.
These days I don't even have time to dream.
Thinking of you, it's funny and makes me happy.
We can meet again, even without a promise.
We can meet; we can meet.