that’s what I’ve been taught
To be a person who continues to live with this in the heart
Because COLORS are born within anything and everything inevitable
I will paint tomorrow once more with these hands
Before I knew it, I became used to the things I've lost
Even the things which were placed into my hands slipped through my fingers
Before my tears dry up, the words which I wanted to hear
Are now for the sake of saving someone
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