I want my future
I heard the wind blowing on the sea
Lonely wandering around
I'm still waiting
I want my future
How ordinary
It's also a kind of perfection
How many dreams can't be realized
How much hope do we have that we can't get to the end
After a day and a year, there are many worlds
We're still repeating the plot
Think of the sea in winter
I woke up in my dream yesterday
I'm still waiting
I want my future
How ordinary
It's also a kind of perfection
How many dreams can't be realized
How much hope do we have that we can't get to the end
After a day and a year, there are many worlds
Who can tell me
Where is the destination
How many dreams can't be realized
How much hope do we have that we can't get to the end
Even if there is too much loneliness not to be found
I will face the world bravely
My hope
It will come true
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