My right hand that lived in fear of losing something
Connects to my left hand, and simply hoped

This hand of mine that pulled yours, right now does it exist for the sake of holding my hand?
Is it fine to just remain ignorant?
It isn't "something you understand is important after losing it"
Things that aren't important won't be lost.

From the impatience of "probably unable to do anything", while feeling the intent "wanting to do something,"
Let these hands go, towards this world that isn't just the two of us

If these hands can only hold two things,
Then I'll hold your hand in mine, I want you to be one of them.
It isn't "to I," it isn't "I"
I want to connect our hearts
It isn't "to I," it isn't "I"
I want them to always be connected.

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Even if they're shrouded in darkness and out of sight,
It isn't as if our entwined fingers have been lost.

These eras that change in the blink of an eye, do you only want to obtain what can't be seen?
Isn't that just darkness? In a world like an illusion

Rather than what I can see, I want to protect what I can touch
Rather than what I can see, I want to pursue what I can touch
It isn't "from eye," it isn't "eye"
What will light the darkness
Isn't "from eye," it isn't "eye"
It's definitely the unseen warmth.

Your hand was trembling, afraid and lonely
That hand that I pulled in, for some reason it was warmer than my own.
Stealing something, and losing something, and hurting something
Just with the cruelty known as "loved"

Thumb Up approval, stop at your index finger
If it's the fate of the palm, then just rebel against it

If these hands can only hold two things,
Then I'll hold your hand in mine, I want you to be one of them.
It isn't "to I," it isn't "I"
I want to connect our hearts
It isn't "to I," it isn't "I"
I want them to always be connected.