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The gentle wind, the scent of summer
The shadow of a bicycle, with wheels turning
Taking in the sunshine, it shows through my hair
I play with the wind

When I reach out my hand, it seems like I can reach
The blue sky that makes my head feel like it's spinning
The ants hurry along
Trying to avoid the cracks

Tomorrow
I'll carve this sky, that's disappearing
Into myself
Reaching out my hand
The light that was shaking in the wind has disappeared
The sky is probably looking

The scent of grass, containing the wind
Lying down on the rusty roof
The voices of children in cages
Are sounding out

The wind cuts through my body
Seemingly making it transparent in the air around
The hair on my arms stirs in a golden color
And it sounded out in the wind

In the morning
I dream of tomorrow
Beneath this sky that is growing white
Reaching out my hand
The light that was shaking in the wind has disappeared
The sky is probably looking

I was looking up at the sky alone
My body had grown empty
Suddenly I think
That it would be nice if the sky was the same color blue
At the place where you're living now

In the morning I dream of tomorrow
Beneath this sky that is growing white
Reaching out my hand
The light that was shaking in the wind has disappeared
The sky is probably looking

The sky was so far away that
It felt like I was being sucked up deeply into it
I was so small
Even though I couldn't speak
I knew that I could sing
The words fluttered in the air

I'll engrave the golden wind, the mane, and my friends
Strongly into my heart, burning them into it
I was frightened of the voices that sound out on the night wind
You were there, silently stroking my hair

I could see a small light