They reveal the feeling with which they were written and are connected on the future that I draw.
Across the sky was only endless blue.
And my innocent heart was throughly charmed.
Soon I obtained wings for freedom with which I could fly.
I turn my eyes towards my desire to go to that distant sky.
From countless wishes, if only one could be granted,
I think anyone would want to seize their dreams and never be made to let go.
The dreams I had when I was a child are scribbles that don't fade.
They continue to be draw forever and are connected to the future I desire.
I heard a ringing note from a far off bell.
And in my honest heart it resounded an echo.
The light transformed into seven colors and painted an arc on the sky.
I turn my eyes towards my desire to go to that distant rainbow.
When wishes come to an end, don't forget the painful things.
There are people who will support you, so you will still be able to see your dreams.
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