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I guess I'll forget, the sadness piling up on my shoulders is held by the flowing hands of the stars.
With a single sigh, I reset these endless days like a loop.
[Turn right, turn left] even if I go in circles, that’s alright.
The wind blowing through must be the noise of the city, flying through the gaps of the buildings,
So you can’t hear me.

The story connecting the stars drawn in the night sky, that illusion burns in my heart.
I guess I'll forget, the sadness piling up on my shoulders is held by the flowing hands of the stars.

I didn’t need a reason that day, the sparkle you traced with your finger is still here.
If it can make me forget even sleep, then that’s enough.
The reason it doesn’t rain must be the tears flowing down my lips,
So no one notices.

The story connecting the stars drawn in the night sky, that illusion burns in my heart.
I guess I'll forget, the sadness piling up on my shoulders is held by the flowing hands of the stars.

I don’t know the names of those stars or yours, but I can see that sparkle from here.
Whether it’s stopping tears or dreaming, or making it come true,
That’s something only you can do, not just anyone.

The story connecting the stars drawn in the night sky, that illusion burns in my heart.
I won’t forget, the flowers blooming on the winding path,
It’s okay to walk on with the traces of tears and scars still on me.