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ItÂ’s calling out, somewhere deep within my chest
My heart always wants to dance and dream

The number of my sorrows is countless
But across them, surely IÂ’ll be able to meet you again

Every time mistakes repeat, people will
Understand the blueness of the simply blue sky
I can see that the path continues endlessly
But my two hands can embrace the light

My calm chest at the time of farewell
My empty body makes me listen carefully

ItÂ’s strange to be alive, itÂ’s strange to die
For flowers and wind and towns, everythingÂ’s the same

LalalalalalalalalaÂ…Â…Â…
HohohoholulululuÂ…Â…Â…

ItÂ’s calling out, somewhere deep within my chest
Always, no matter how many times, IÂ’ll sketch my dream

Rather than talking all about the number of my sorrows
IÂ’ll sing softly with the same lips

Always, amidst my locked up memories
I listen to whispers that I donÂ’t want to forget
Even the faces of a mirror shattered into pieces
Reflect new sceneries

The peaceful window of a starting morning
Fills my empty body

I wonÂ’t search on the far side of the sea anymore
Because I found in myself
What is shining is always here

LalalalalalalalalaÂ…Â…Â…
HohohoholulululuÂ…Â…Â…