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Counting one flower after another, blooming and thanking,
Watching a flock of birds come and go.
My heart hurts again and again. What happened?
Time goes by, and in dreams, it becomes a memory.
Beauty always begins in an instant.
All the stories, all the endings, are between waking up.
I know I will wait for you all my life.
Beauty always begins in an instant.
All the stories, all the endings, are between waking up.
I know I will wait for you all my life.
Let you live with me in our dreams,
Become a memory. Floating, floating, floating into my world!