The rice fields spread out
all around,
green sprouts of rice
sway in the wind
softly
How far we'd go
flying through,
anytime I'm looking for
the way leads to tomorrow,
a flicker of hope
At the future
we reached,
we catch realities,
the exact realization
living
At the future
even if what happens
by the unyielding will
the memories stand out
clearly
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