At the end of a day like any other day, one more of the things I cannot see has disappeared
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Right now, I'm searching for a road
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The voice resounding in the back of my ears often makes me think of you
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But I'm still too scared to look back
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I hold my fingers up high--the fingers that have strayed from yours
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If only I could have the south wind as my company
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I'm on a journey to search for myself, as you are to search for yourself
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It may be full of doubt and uncertainty, but I can say it now
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Holding my lightened luggage, I wonder what I should put in next
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Maybe I'll pretend to think about that
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A dream is just a dream. When I wake up, it will disappear without a trace
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It doesn't worth as much as one would think
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There are still so many things I don't have, but I guess I don't need an answer
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As I will probably be able to answer more than I do now once I get there
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I'm on a journey to search for myself, as you are to search for yourself
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It may be full of doubt and uncertainty, but I can say it now
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I can't even see from here the hazy glow in the distance
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But several small lights are shining my footsteps, as if in my dream
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The spring song you sing is giving us momentum
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And it's only now that I can say thank you, and goodbye
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