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Bokura no Sora

We vowed that day to spread our wings and fly to the other side of our dream
The seasons bathe into more of the light, Let's go and fly away

I gazed at the vapour trails and murmured, "How far will that go ? "
We have to go further and further away, you gave an invincible smile

During the neverending promise in the summer twilight
Recall our sky

1,2, step, draw your emotions that dance high in the sky
Gather the breeze, run away from the clouds and catch the sun
There are no worries, nothing to be afraid of, I'm always with you
I take you hand and start running to our sky
Let's go, my friend

We always have dreams we want to chase
We talked about it on the train tracks
Someday, they'll surely be granted right
And you gave a determined smile

How far does our depicted future go for ?
Don't ever forget our sky

1,2, step, draw your emotions that dance high in the sky
Gather the breeze, run away from the clouds and catch the sun
There are no worries, nothing to be afraid of, I'm always with you
I take you hand and start running to our sky
Let's go, my friend

We vowed that day to spread our wings and fly to the other side of our dream
The seasons bathe into more of the light, we gotta go to the world !

1,2, step, draw your emotions that dance high in the sky
Gather the breeze, run away from the clouds and catch the sun
There are no worries, nothing to be afraid of, I'm always with you
I take you hand and start running to our sky
Let's go, my friend
Let's go, my friend

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