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This "loneliness" has wounded you.
What is my punishment?
As I gaze above at the stars in the transparent sky,
I, unable to fly, can only cry.
When I end up by myself, in times of loneliness,
"You'll come to save me."
But such a wish just gets drawn into the deep, deep darkness.
The words I mumbled powerlessly, without reaching anybody, just resonate in this room.
It seems that I've been left behind in this world.
"No matter what words, no matter what gifts,
your warmth is what matters most now."
Little by little, my small praying voice couldn't forbear
"I know I'm being selfish, but please, forgive me."
This "loneliness" has wounded you.
What is my punishment?
The shooting stars twinkle, and flow along down my cheek.
"No matter what words, no matter what gifts,
your warmth is what matters most now."
Little by little, my small praying voice couldn't forbear
"I know I'm being selfish, but please, forgive me."
This "loneliness" has wounded you.
What is my punishment?
Goodbye, my darling.
I'm sorry, my darling.