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On the wet grass, I wonder if it'll ever be sunny.
Tell me 'cause I keep waiting for you,
singing someone else's love song again and again
but the melody never reaches you.
I need to hold you soon
or I'll be trapped here.
So before the end comes…
"Hey, maybe this isn't love, but a fantasy?
Are these thrilling days a mere illusion?
Hey, the truth is, my heart is burning.
I love you so much, but I'm kinda scared."
We began walking, our fingers entwined
sharing the same feelings all along.
On a Sunday when the white flowers bloomed,
without waking from my dream, I learned the meaning of love.