The blue sky in front of me and the blue sea in front of me look white compared to the next one
Sometimes I can't even see the lush green at my feet, or the many things I love.
I can't even be a bird in the sky
It's always night in my heart.
The pale light of the crescent moon shines thinly on my tiny, last-minute confidence.
The grass is always greener on the other side.
I'm sure I have wings too.
Believing in my tiny confidence and the love that I can't let go.
I stand here today, unable to give up.
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目の前の青空も、目の前の青い海も、隣に比べれば白っぽく見える
自分の足元にある青々とした緑や、沢山の好きも目に入らなくなる時がある
空を飛ぶ鳥にもなれない
胸の中はいつだって夜で
三日月の淡い光が、ちっぽけなギリギリの自信を薄く照らす
隣の芝生はいつだ...