The town of misty rain is reflected in the window
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Simply and absentmindedly, I observe that kind of afternoon
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I raise my umbrella and walk hastily
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Seeing a person's back somehow makes me happy
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My heart becomes overwhelmed with this feeling
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Will the raindrops softly dissolve the way I feel?
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I hope this unhidden passion stays the same
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I kept running from myself, not really lying, but
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I come to a standstill in this painful moment
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My shadow falls as if to block out the sunlight
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The meaning of kindness is without form
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Through those times, you understood this and shared with me your smile
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There is no replacement for it
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I save it all in my heart for fear of it being washed away
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I injure myself with this unhidden passion
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Later, when these days become a memory, I will miss them, too
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I await the appearance of a rainbow in the western sky, because the chirping of birds
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Can be heard now as it is, and I wish to be wrapped up in
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I hope this unhidden passion stays the same
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I kept running from myself, not really lying, but
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I come to a standstill in this painful moment
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My shadow falls as if to block out the sunlight
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