All the painful times will pass... Clouds far away in the sky. I will ride this wind and fly, and walk all the way to that light... Pretty me running through the grass, Dewdrops sway and ripple, I am nothing at all, Empty, meaningless times... Repeating errors, Erase them all from memory... I’m running wildly down the road, Until I’m out of breath, The wind dances and sings, Those who want nothing, All living in an empty world, I don’t wish for much either, Riding this wind, I want to see the sky, A city filled with nothing but darkness, I walk while looking at the starlight, The dark road ahead of me, Everything is closing in on me, But I am not here, Becoming the wind, I will leave this black city, To go where there is light. Like white clouds, Like little lambs... A shining sky, A place where dew gathers, I will walk on, Hold my hand, The hand of the sky... Transparent, unseen, Completely empty, The wind blows past me, Gently brushing my flushed cheeks, Time flows endlessly, Yet it feels stopped, The moment a drop falls, The moment the wind blows, We are living, Though we want nothing, Just to live today... I, who am nothing, Live today... Live yesterday... Like a handful of dust, I will disappear, Yet I am singing, Like this, So remember me.
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