The gentle zephyr above my palm
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starts to dance in the sparkling light.
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With a brand-new smile,
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I was able to say "Good morning" even to strangers.
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When I could no longer see you,
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I wept together with my rusted watch.
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But it's fine. Tracing after the trail left by my tears,
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I will be able to find a door leading to my dream.
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I must not let myself be so frustrated.
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The next time even when sadness visits,
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I will smile as though I'm about to meet an old friend.
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...Without a doubt, that's my promise.
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A shower of flower petals
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whisper softly to my hair and my shoulders.
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The number of farewells must be equal
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to the number of encounters, right? You're not at fault.
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Even when my memories become overflowing,
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my vigor and spirit will not lose to them.
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It's fine. In the cracks of my bosom,
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Sadness might visit before I could notice,
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but I'll try to become good friends with it.
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...After all, it's my promise.
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It's fine. Tracing after the trail left by my tears,
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I will be able to find a door leading to my dream.
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I must not let myself be so frustrated.
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Yes, I'll tenderly smile as though I'm meeting an old friend.
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...Without a doubt, that's my promise.
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Sadness might visit before I could notice,
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but I'll try to become good friends with it.
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...After all, it's my promise.
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