Being crushed, being laughed at, only the number of serious
Get hurt, get dirty, just try to live
Blue skies, wide roads, I like places like that
A promise to myself engraved on both arms
Words that don't exist in words Our poetry
First I see it, then I feel it, your poem in front of me
I picked up a key holder from some country
Antarctica and North Pole are still there
The South Pole and the North Pole are still there
To the end of the flying flying world calling
Profiles of those guys
Words that don't exist in words Our poetry
First I see it, then I feel it, your poem in front of me
Our song is born only here
You're here and I'm here, it's the first time
I picked up a polished glass telescope
You can see the rings on Saturn. They really do exist.
We have a lot of possibilities
An arm stretched out to grab something, it's still here
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