A certain wind, a mysterious
thief
Creep down the hills, heftily
breathing
Carrying me away
Further from the shadow
that never fades
To hunt for some treasure deep
in my bones
That myself have never found
A certain wind is blowing
all over me
A homeless broom gathering
fragments of my heart
It's because you are right here
with me
All the way till death do us part
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