A single glass bead fell to the floor.
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I chased after it, and another one fell out.
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And in one spot of sunshine, only one remains.
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At the time my heart started beating,
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Reluctantly, we still kept to ourselves*,
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And protected our personal space from being lost.
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I try to keep my hands clean, but they still seem polluted.
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Before I doubt my memories, I am doubted by them.
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We'll definitely meet again,
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Using our synchronized heartbeats as a guide.
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I'm here, always calling out to you.
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When all the tiresome reasons pile up,
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We'll discover the reason for our birth.
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As long as we continue to exist,
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We can't help keeping to ourselves*.
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Because in that single spot of sunshine,
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Fitting two is a bit too much.
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A single glass bead fell to the floor.
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And when it dropped, from it something sprung out.
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In the place that was taken from us, we bask in light.
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We counted things, like footsteps,
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But those counts were nothing more than numbers.
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What we have to know, somehow or other, lies between zero and one.
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This will be the first time we will meet, won't it?
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Let's use the flag of our screams to guide us.
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Don't forget, because I'll always be here calling to you.
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When we bury these reasons piling up,
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Our promises will have been exchanged.
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In the mirror, together,
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All our karma is reflected
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In our dirtied hands, which join together,
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I understand this sight now.
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I'm here, you can definitely touch me.
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We're here, in this single spot of sunshine.
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Don't forget, since I'm here always calling out to you
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From the inside of that same glass bead.
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That's right, we'll definitely meet again.
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When we build a Cross on top of our sinking reasons,
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The promise will be fulfilled,
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And we will become one.
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