On a night when I can't sleep, I slip out of my room
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Look up at the sky, and feel the wind
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Listening closely and watching intently
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If this scenery and this wind
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Are someone's creations
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Then is this me, who is here now, also
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Even if I tried to ask or search for it
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The answer wouldn't exist anywhere
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As if burying a puzzle that is missing pieces
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Even if I gather far and wide for the pieces of my memory
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That which have been lost are unfindable
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If these memories and recollections
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Then what in the world is this feeling
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Even if I sharpened in the darkness
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The answer wouldn't exist anywhere
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The blue sky, the sound of winds, the warmth of grass
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The sunset, the starry sky, smiling faces
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If these memories and recollections
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Then who in the world is this me
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If this world and everything
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Are a world that someone created
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Then what in the world is this me
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Even if I faced and asked the sky
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