That day the wind blew, I tried to hold your hand.
And still, the rain kept falling...
...so hard until I couldn’t see you.
How much longer until I can be again at your side?
Waiting for a day when it clears up, maybe I’ll be a little better then.
Long long ago, there was someone who loved you for so long.
But yet, the wind kept constantly...
...blowing, widening the gap so much further.
So difficult to have another day to love again.
But it seems that, at the end of the story you still said, “Goodbye”.
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