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crowd 作詞/PZP
Blue, empty crowd
I who had looked up was a butterfly.
White flower
Wind of spring
I am dancing gradually.
It is beautiful.
A lovely bird holds the sky.
I air.
It embraces closely.
The flower is sung.
I wander.
It is massaged by the wind.
It reaches the sky.
Ah the dear sky.
You doesn't love butterflies.
I who had looked up was a butterfly.
White flower
Wind of spring
I am dancing gradually.
It is beautiful.
A lovely bird holds the sky.
I air.
It embraces closely.
The flower is sung.
I wander.
It is massaged by the wind.
It reaches the sky.
Ah the dear sky.
You doesn't love butterflies.
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