Confusion rules this shifting age
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And uproar fills the town
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My thoughts of you are drowning in the noise
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How could you know?
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¾î¶»°Ô ´ç½ÅÀÌ ¾Ë ¼ö ÀÖ¾úÀ»±î?
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Why should you know me?
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You gently nourish my dry skin
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A drop of colour saves me from the fate
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I'm facing everyday
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A single bloom piercing the snowdrift
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´Ü ÇϳªÀÇ ²ÉÀÌ »ìÀ» ¿¡´ÂµíÇÑ ´«¼Ó¿¡¼ ÇǾ
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How softly, the springtime breezes sing
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Á¤¸»·Î ºÎµå·´°Ô, º½³¯ÀÇ ¹ÌdzÀº ³ë·¡ÇÑ´Ù
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How deeply, the distant mountains breathe
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Á¤¸»·Î ±í°Ô, Àú ¸Ö¸®ÀÇ »êÀº ¼ûÀ» ³»½®´Ù
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There are so many things to show to you
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´ç½Å¿¡°Ô º¸¿©ÁÙ ¸¹Àº °ÍÀÌ ÀÖ¾î¿ä
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Oh why does hate bring forth more hate?
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A long abandoned fruit
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Is hastening the process of decay
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This country's starved, it's void of feeling
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How softly, the springtime breezes sing
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Á¤¸»·Î ºÎµå·´°Ô, º½³¯ÀÇ ¹ÌdzÀº ³ë·¡ÇÑ´Ù
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How deeply, the distant mountains breathe
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Á¤¸»·Î ±í°Ô, Àú ¸Ö¸®ÀÇ »êÀº ¼ûÀ» ³»½®´Ù
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There are so many things to show to you
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¿©±â ´ç½Å¿¡°Ô º¸¿©ÁÙ ¸¹Àº °ÍÀÌ ÀÖ¾î¿ä
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How softly, the springtime breezes sing
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Á¤¸»·Î ºÎµå·´°Ô, º½³¯ÀÇ ¹ÌdzÀº ³ë·¡ÇÑ´Ù
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How deeply, the distant mountains breathe
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Á¤¸»·Î ±í°Ô, Àú ¸Ö¸®ÀÇ »êÀº ¼ûÀ» ³»½®´Ù
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There are so many things to show to you
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¿©±â ´ç½Å¿¡°Ô º¸¿©ÁÙ ¸¹Àº °ÍÀÌ ÀÖ¾î¿ä
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One of these days
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LETTERS
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Hirosue Ryoko |