It's all right if it's foolish
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The traces of the dream I look out over... Goodbye,
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Entrusting my body to the current, someday I'll become an adult
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Will I become dirty, little by little?
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Only the mature fruits are chosen
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And cut with a knife before being gulped down
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We aimed for Shangri-La- without suppressing our desire,
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Covered in daydreams, we kept searching for "freedom"
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Now we can say it- this is paradise
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Goodbye, days of my youth
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We wanted to grab the highest apple
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Even if we had to stand on our precious things to reach it
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We only notice what's important to us when we lose it
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We who are very young are always missing the target
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Suppressing happy days makes me feel unstable
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Although I'm wounded, I want to fly away
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It's all right if it's foolish, the traces of the dream I look out over
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Goodbye, days of my youth
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The shining sky was dressed in innocence
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But it knew everything...
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We aimed for Shangri-La- without suppressing our desire,
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Covered in daydreams, we kept searching for "freedom"
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I'll surely leave the distance behind, knowing my own largeness
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With my inexperienced heart not understanding even that
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Now I can say it- this is paradise
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Goodbye, days of my youth
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