Our heart will always be filled with
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an overwhelming amount of shiny gratitude.
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always disappear helplessly
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after being swallowed by the blue night.
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Sorrow, popping out of nowhere,
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As I believe and accept the fact
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that things are born out of losses,
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and that there will be new beginnings from there,
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I will reaffirm the shape of my tomorrow and live on.
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In our heart, there will always be
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something precious, definite, and shiny.
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Even if we are still wandering,
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I want to love my limited days.
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Because I have met you,
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"Someday, for sure. Someday, for sure."
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I have expectations for my aimless days,
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but at times I become scared,
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and end up letting go of my hand.
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I won't forget to believe without being afraid,
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and I'll remember not to get careless from believing too much.
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Using my overflowing tenderness as my strength,
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If ahead of the light of my hope to live
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is a continuation of my dream,
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then I will look up into the sky
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and feel with my palm the overwhelming gratitude.
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Forever and ever, no matter when,
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In our heart, there will always be
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something precious, definite, and shiny.
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Even if we are still wandering,
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I want to love my limited days,
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with you and tenderness.
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