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Instead of starting on a sudden story, the light leaves,
I’d rather go on an aimless journey with you.
C’mon, let’s run.
Now, these feelings of mine that are dyed blue…
… that I dreamed and loved are flying into the sky
Oh, wilting anemone.
This letter that can’t be delivered will become a star.
Oh, goodbye, gentle wind.