- Jan 14, 2009
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I always think that songs are mysterious
That songs shake the bottom of my heart more than anything
I shall be happy to sing for casting the magic I had crafted when you harmonized with me
in the deep, deep abyss of my heart
If the spiritual murmurings that soar through the heavens were connected
the crown of fire would completely descend and interweave the happiness of everyone.
The voice that merely drifts in the indigo sea of an early summer rain
Is the changing, reversed, and faint sound of your birthplace
If the gaias that we are playing resonated together in the skies,
they would be clad in the soaring song of a prayer.