In words gathered by the wind
a heart swam
To tomorrow carried by the clouds
a voice bounded
To the mirror swayed by the moon
a heart trembled
On stream of stars, they spilled
soft tears
Isn't it beautiful
if we could walk, hand in hand
I'd want to go to
your town, home, in your arms.
To your chest
My body in clasp
Disappears in the evening,
I dreamed of.
Words halted by the wind are
a gentle illusion
Tomorrow torn by the clouds is
a distant voice
In the mirror blurred by the moon
a heart flowed
Stars trembled and spilled
the tears unable to be hidden.
Isn't it beautiful
if we could walk, hand in hand
I'd want to go to
your town, home, in your arms.
Your face
I softly touch
Melts in the morning,
I dreamed of.
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