English Translation
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People all hold more love and dreams
than they can hold with both hands,
and paint those dreams for tomorrow
while entrusting the future to a new-falling star.
If you go step by step,
on your own two legs, without stopping,
before everything your arms touch transforms into phantasms,
you can approach those dreams.
Now begins the unending dream,
while you search for yourself,
sleeping in the depths of your heart.
Now begins the unending journey.
Fix your sights on a faraway time.
People all conceal more loneliness in their hearts
than they can hold with both hands,
and run as their hearts desire from yesterday to tomorrow,
like the way the wind drifts along.
Now begins the unending tomorrow.*
Dreams are an ever-playing harmony
within your heart.
Now begins the unending journey.
Fix your sights on a faraway sky.
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