1+1. Who is the one who decides the answer to this question?
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Why are the stars spinning, spinning in the sky?
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What about the moon? The wind? The sky? The birds? The flowers? The rainbows? The rain? The ocean?
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The dreams? The countries? The songs? The colors? Who decided them, I wonder?
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If by some chance my eyes meet with yours, what kind of face should I make?
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Why is this the only thing with no set answer?
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Even if I line up the things that I know,
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I can't find the answer right away.
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Even I, when faced with you, want to convey this properly, but...
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Always, even now, my heart and body are all a mess.
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Even I feel as if I could do anything if I would be able to stand alongside you and go further ahead.
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The number of things I want to know increases more and more.
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You + me. Who will be the one to decide this question, I wonder?
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Why are my feelings spinning, spinning?
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Why is it that I'm so excited,
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Even though there are so many things that I don't know?
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Even I want to be able to smile properly always.
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If figure it's no good, I just can't do it, and I sometimes get down in the dumps,
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Because you said "hey," looked at me, and smiled softly at me,
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It feels like I can even solve a "?," and look, a lot of worlds open up to me.
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Even I want to be able to smile properly always, but...
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I figure it's no good, I just can't do it, and I sometimes get down in the dumps,
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Because you say "hey," look at me, and keep smiling at me,
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I get so happy, I get so fatigued just from laughing together with you.
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1+1. Who is the one who decides the answer to this question?
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