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Can you still see your dreams in the
distant, starry sky?
Are they more vivid than they were when
you were little?
When one forgets to put the emotions that
overflow in her heart
to rest, they burn the color of passion.
I used to believe without a doubt that I
could reach my dreams, no matter how far
off they were.
But that me from long ago now sleeps
inside my heart.
Dreams are more fragile and fleeting
than a glass rose,
so then why are we destined to dream?
Sometimes two dreams can turn into love,
but there are also times when they can't.
Even when they're alone, people want to
share their feelings, but it can be so
hard.
Words are powerless to express one's
feelings, and sometimes they become a
silver knife.
Even when they're alone, people want
to share their feelings, but it can be
so hard.
Words are powerless to express one's
feelings, and sometimes they become a
silver knife.
I used to believe without a doubt that I
could reach my dreams, no matter how far
off they were.
But that me from long ago now sleeps
inside my heart.
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