We are driven by our days and bound by time.
The voice of a small flower blooming on the side of the road.
The voices of animals living in the forest.
Have we been trampling on the sadness and bitterness of creatures that cannot express their emotions without knowing it?
At last, even the sun, which shines its light, has been trapped.
And things that are melting away little by little...
We pretend not to notice the changes.
When a new life sprouts once again
Will it be repeated?
The door has been opened.
Perhaps now is the time to act.
To the world we have yet to see.
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็ง้ใฏใๆฅใ
ใซ่ฟฝใใๆ้ใซ็ธใใใฆใใใ
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ๆฃฎใซๆฃฒใใงใใๅ็ฉใฎๅฃฐใ
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ใ่กจใซๅบใใชใใ็ใ็ฉใใกใฎๆฒใใฟใใ่ฆใใใ็ฅใใใใคใฎ้ใซใใ่ธใฟใคใถใใฆใใใฎใ ใใใใ
ใจใใจใๅ
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งใใๅคช้ฝใงใใใ้ใ่พผใใใใฆใใพใฃใใ
ใใใฆๅฐใใใคๆบถใใฆใใใใฎใปใปใปใ
็ง้ใฏๅคๅใซๆฐใฅใใชใใใชใใใฆใใใ
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็นฐใ่ฟใใใใฎใ ใใใใ
ๆใฏ้ใใใใ
ไปใใ่กๅใในใใชใฎใใใใใชใใ
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