We, like the flowers and the trees, are pitiful,
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for we can only extend upward towards the sky.
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We realize this when we look down once in a while,
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but then again we look back up.
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You look so sad in your sleep,
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as if you are having a nightmare.
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I'm right here, right by your side,
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and I'm not going anywhere anymore.
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How do I live without you?
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Everyone looks at the sky.
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They look up, and again look back down,
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and they lament because they are unable
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to find that blue sky they once saw in the past.
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Switching between being free and being selfish,
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we have lived this far.
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Under this night sky without even a single star,
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unable to see my destination, I simply wander about.
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There hasn't been anything scary at all,
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just that there's nothing for me to protect.
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Be it tomorrow or 10 years from now on,
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I'm scared of what will happen then.
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I need huggin' my sweet heart.
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Everyone weeps at the sky.
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They reach out their hands, and start dreaming,
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and they will forever protect
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that blue sky they once saw in the past.
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Although there are figures soaring in the sky,
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I no longer yearn for that kind of freedom.
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that is not true freedom,
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simply that there are no roads in the sky.
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This midair space, otherwise known as "you",
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I'm not going anywhere anymore.
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Please don't go anywhere anymore.
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In the middle of the sky,
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everyone is locked inside this cage called "freedom".
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All I need is you by my side,
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and then in this sky I'll have no more need for wings.
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