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I had an odd dream; outside still remains the colour of dark scenery
Even if it's you, I don't think I'll be able to meet you the second time
Looking in the mirror, putting on shoes, slipping into the new world
Even the colour of the sunrise becomes an ally; running, the rain was stopping
Please give me wings, because spoken words are always clumsy
Because tomorrow is frightening, I'll go towards the curled-up you
When did it start, when will it end - till yesterday, perhaps tomorrow
From those sepia-coloured days where I seemed have forgotten to breathe
Looking in the mirror, putting on shoes, slipping into the new world
Turning to look back, tomorrow isn't there; running, in the direction where the light is shining
Thoughts skim across and wear out, they aren't shaved off
Reflected in these eyes, you seemed to be fleetingly disappearing
Please give me wings, because spoken words are always clumsy
Because tomorrow is frightening, I'll go towards the curled-up you
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