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I've woken up at dawn soundlessly | |
The one inside me is floating roundedly | |
And I hear the murmur of the waves | |
Leaves... whisper | |
The sound of the wind is born to blow | |
I'm feeling boundless possibilities | |
The one inside me is spreading through my limbs | |
Shadow returns to me | |
I open my eyes slowly again | |
Like willow swings an arm | |
※The color of empty sky has changed | |
The boundless possibilities I've touched | |
Turning into my own size | |
Then I can undress and walk | |
To weave with | |
The color of empty sky has changed | |
I know I've lost my waxed wings | |
But countless rootes have grown out of my skin | |
To be grounded as a tree※ | |
Stretching my arms | |
Leaves dry and fall | |
I bloom sounds watery | |
As a tree of the forest | |
Echo... Echo flows to you | |
A tree named fountain | |
(※くり返し) |
I' ve woken up at dawn soundlessly | |
The one inside me is floating roundedly | |
And I hear the murmur of the waves | |
Leaves... whisper | |
The sound of the wind is born to blow | |
I' m feeling boundless possibilities | |
The one inside me is spreading through my limbs | |
Shadow returns to me | |
I open my eyes slowly again | |
Like willow swings an arm | |
The color of empty sky has changed | |
The boundless possibilities I' ve touched | |
Turning into my own size | |
Then I can undress and walk | |
To weave with | |
The color of empty sky has changed | |
I know I' ve lost my waxed wings | |
But countless rootes have grown out of my skin | |
To be grounded as a tree | |
Stretching my arms | |
Leaves dry and fall | |
I bloom sounds watery | |
As a tree of the forest | |
Echo... Echo flows to you | |
A tree named fountain | |
fan |
I' ve woken up at dawn soundlessly | |
The one inside me is floating roundedly | |
And I hear the murmur of the waves | |
Leaves... whisper | |
The sound of the wind is born to blow | |
I' m feeling boundless possibilities | |
The one inside me is spreading through my limbs | |
Shadow returns to me | |
I open my eyes slowly again | |
Like willow swings an arm | |
The color of empty sky has changed | |
The boundless possibilities I' ve touched | |
Turning into my own size | |
Then I can undress and walk | |
To weave with | |
The color of empty sky has changed | |
I know I' ve lost my waxed wings | |
But countless rootes have grown out of my skin | |
To be grounded as a tree | |
Stretching my arms | |
Leaves dry and fall | |
I bloom sounds watery | |
As a tree of the forest | |
Echo... Echo flows to you | |
A tree named fountain | |
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