I will open the door of daybreak with my wounded fingers,
Because these hands are the ones that will decide tomorrow.
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The strong wind is blowing,
Fanning up the blaze that surrounds my body.
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Pass through the door.
Holding up your gentle hands,
You steal my tears,
So I can trust love once more.
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That tiny twinkle,
It is a light that sees someone off.
The children point at the flowers blooming in the skies.
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I'm taking off on a search for the seeds of hope,
Towards the vanished horizon.
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The passing evening calm,
As sorrow turns into tranquility,
I watch over.
Perhaps I will return to my hometown someday.
Until that day comes...
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Red rain pours down on the lamenting earth.
The cry of the wind stirs up dark flames.
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That's a distant promise,
That familiar voice,
Please let it calm my trembling chest.
my dear......
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Towards the door of flames,
Holding up your gentle hands,
You take away tomorrow.
I want to know love once more, love from the heart.
It opens now,
The skies of destiny. |
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