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The blue makes a sound. in the old wooden classroom. In the hallway during recess. On the field after school.
The blue blooms. Embracing that one wish wholeheartedly, the desire to become someone special.
Stained in blue. Even through missteps and mistakes, I don't want to let go of that unmistakable bond.
Shout to the blue. Even through pain and tears, I exist to be who I am.
Write down the blue. On the path toward my dream's blueprint, even when I'm lost or close to defeat.
Run to the blue. Giving my all, longing to live passionately in the moment.
Just like this, we…
connect the dazzling,
multicolored blues.
As we indulge in our only spring,
We search for what lies buried deep somewhere,
something only this heart can reflect.
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