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In the voice of a king you announced your opposition In the exposèd night, you were smiling Affected by the aurora, above all else Reaching out both hands, you invited me The beads which shattered into little pieces 'Isn't it pretty?' The night sky was a present to us I couldn't believe he wasn't there that day-- The clown, who couldn't show his true face Today, too, the world just spins along At a speed like this, tears can't help but dry, and yet-- If your dreams come true It won't be because of anyone but yourself You choose to run Even on the days when the wind blows hard I wonder if somewhere, something's going wrong about now When I envision your shy, departing form How I want to see you again If your dreams come true It won't be because of anyone but yourself You choose to run Even on the days when the wind blows hard Even if you can't fly, it's no problem: The ground goes on anyway. Let's go to the place that you love It's you we're talking about--I know you can do it. |