The echo of my words from my small-timbred voice
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Gently leading you by the hand
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Like we're flowing together, we understand each other
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The nostalgic, happy feeling of wanting to cry
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Where does this voice come from?
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From the inside of my heart, that deep place
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The thoughts I want to convey to someone are born
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From a faraway distance, they journey far
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To convey those thoughts straightforwardly
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Like a single drop of rain
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When it touches your sad, bitter heart
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From then, something changes
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Does a time that's like eternity start to move?
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I fall into my voice as well
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In this way, something like warmth is here
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The thoughts I want to convey to you
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are swallowed up in overflowing feelings, pushed to the outside
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I want to hold you tightly, so tightly
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More than frightening, being able to become strong: is this love?
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Everything around me seems to be sparkling
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Sparkling light is incessantly raining down
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This is love, isn't it?
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My entire body is filling up with joy
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This is love too, isn't it?
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Do you understand my voice?
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In this way too, there are things to believe in
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The thoughts I want to convey to you
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are swallowed up in overflowing tears, pushed toward the outside
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I want to hold you right now
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I want you to come here right away, right away, right away
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I want to hold everything right now
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Since I don't need anything strongly, strongly, strongly
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I want to hold everything
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