My sighing voice grows hazy, leaving me behind,
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You're going to build your own world.
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What color is your half of the world?
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What scent does it have?
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A palette of colors no one can see,
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Repeatedly coats over your words as you laugh.
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That even though I'm by your side, I can't read the edge of your heart?
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If our feelings can't be the same no matter how much I wish them to be,
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Then hurry and steal me away.
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Like smoke you came to engulf me,
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I ran from you and took refuge in my own world.
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The zigzagging roots of my heart in the sky absorb every raindrop,
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Making transparent flowers bloom.
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The "coincidences" no one notices keep repeating,
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That's the name people dubbed that miracle.
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I shut up the scream I left behind, and I don't have the courage to open the box.
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I want to cling to our tender relationship, that at this rate will vanish into thin air.
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Just as the momentary lie was cut away
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You sunk to your lowest point,
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Continuing down your single point of view,
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Walking down your endless corridor.
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In this unending, bustling parade of memories
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Yearning, pity and scorn blend together.
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That it's as if our crossroads had been determined before our birth.
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That the two of our feelings can never be the same.
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And pluck away your deeply ingrained prudence.
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If despite me wishing so hard
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We can't see the world the same way
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Then I want to become half of you.
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