This is me. My hair blows in the breeze
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Onto my cheeks dusted with red.
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I am me... A drop of determination.
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This was the beginning.
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If there is a tomorrow without mist that exists within both hope and despair...
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This pain and that day's promise.
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I want to make it come true, I can't make it come true, I can make it come true.
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On the nights I grabbed at the empty sky, I woke up the next morning with something.
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A faded thing called a "reason" just flies to the sky. Yes,
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Here I am. I speak it with my voice.
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I confirmed the words I spoke.
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Wherever I am, even if I feel it
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It's not until it reflects into my eyes...
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A shadow with an unknown identity will become strong if there is a tomorrow...
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This pain is the necessity that lead to our meeting.
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If it is just a wish that makes us release our hands entwined
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And leaves us to die when we are lost, then we shouldn't ever meet again.
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Until we meet once again, these overflowing teardrops won't stop. Yes,
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This pain and that day's promise.
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I want to make it come true, I can't make it come true, I can make it come true.
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On the nights I grabbed at the empty sky, I woke up the next morning with something.
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A faded thing called a "reason" just flies to the sky. Yes,
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