We live in the present, having lost our Icarus-like innocent courage
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Simply passing the days just like that, we're gripping our doubts
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When you search for an answer, it becomes a labyrinth
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Once you know the answer's right here, everything becomes a new timbre
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I believe there must be a definite radiance opposite this wind
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And I'm sure one day your tears will dry
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Even if it's still difficult right now, even if it seems far off right now
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A tiny smile alone is enough! I'll sprint forth fast as the wind, lungs burning
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Those eyes of yours, which have never known fear, are gradually growing used to the darkness
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What you should take care of is that those eyes of yours grow used to even the brightness
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An apple captured in a photograph would, without ever drawing breath,
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Keep on burning red and forever young
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Though I'd decided I wouldn't love anyone, my chest unexpectedly pounded sometimes
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And unable to say it was all right while
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Bearing the things that weren't all right, it changed into tears
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In a dream from which I couldn't wake, I tried to repaint
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Even the past, even the future; afraid of accepting them, I shut my eyes
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I could not embrace the you of yesterday in both my arms
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Nor could I kiss the you of tomorrow with my lips, but
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I'll ride a tailwind, take your hand, and just run through the present
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And, if the stars opposite twilight begin to weep, let's sing a gentle song together
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A tiny voice is still enough for now! We don't even have to voice it!
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Let's connect your lips and mine with a song
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