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Maybe it wasn't there to begin with
that fun, sad, and kind story.

Maybe it was a dream or illusion.
Maybe I slept too long.

In the season when I can feel
the smell of summer in the blue sky
I remember a face.

The scenery of the city began to distort
I searched for sunglasses
so I could lose all the colors.

What I wanted to be?
Not a princess.
What I wanted to have?
Not glass slippers.

What I wanted to be?
I wanted to be with you.
What I wanted to have?
Was your smiling face.

The wind and the smell of summer
cut through today's sky.
It's ok so I agreed
Because if it's fate like we said
then we can meet again somewhere.


(c) Ayumi Hamasaki