指先にはもう届かない はるかな夜空へ
きらめく星をほどいて 放してあげよう
My fingertips can no longer reach the distant night sky.
I’ll undo the twinkling stars and set them free.
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August 5, a Saturday: there’s not a cloud in the sky.
If you pay attention, I’ll say goodbye from the top of a building.
August 3, a Thursday: there’s a scar on my heart,
the sixth scar, shredding it to pieces, breaking everything apart, everything.
August 5: In a sunny, cloudless sky
this is the end already. I see myself spread on the ground.
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A few steps more is happiness but
I raise each step a little more
Anyone can be afraid of this
But to me, it’s more natural than laughter
Crying is easy like breathing - the more you hold it in, your more you let out
Let me breathe - sadness is my home
I want to stay here, in this place
Even if I go out to happiness for a moment
Now I know that I would want to go back
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