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Aptly blending, black and white, floating leisurely
Illuminated, red and blue, entwined at the fingertip
Blend the sky and the light, they weave and form
The concerto that is yours and mine
At the time of blue which has closed, I asked my shackles
"What was I born for?"; the overflowing melody
The string snaps, in this endless manner
The soap bubble quivered and disappeared.
Someday, like that sky over there, I want to sway with you, gradually
Words are more likely to keep falling, I expect I'll meet you someday and somewhere
Surely, surely, towards you in the distance.
The spilling tears were reflected in the flowing time, by the gradation of the colour of water.
Watercolours and splendour, the arranged harmony which ebbs
"What are you crying for?"; the overflowing melody
Blend the sky and the light, they weave and form
The concerto that is yours and mine
The string snaps, in this endless manner
The soap bubble quivered and disappeared.
Someday, like that sky over there, I want to sway with you, gradually
Words are more likely to keep falling, I expect I'll meet you someday and somewhere
Surely, surely, towards you in the distance.
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