At the dawn of the great turning point, no, it is not done
What was pleasing though, so much already done
All these beautiful landscapes, age can mock
But push the clouds, we must go through

Think about looking up
At this moon so that our feathers are moved
And bring fortune to our heads full of mist

This is not a goodbye
I thought from above, to see again
The beautiful story
Without being afraid of the passing time
From the height

Without fear of the sky, oh, nor of eternity, no, no, no
Time has renounced without fear of salt
The naturalness of a past note

Think about looking up at this moon
So that our feathers are moved
And bring fortune to our heads full of mist

This is not a goodbye
I thought from above, to see again
The beautiful story
Without being afraid of the passing time
From the height, oh

This is not a goodbye
I thought from above, to see again
The beautiful story
Without being afraid of the passing time
From the height
And if you are afraid of the clock
Oh, look at all these people
This is not a dream, it's life

This is not a goodbye
I thought from above, to see again
The beautiful story
Without being afraid of the passing time
From the height, oh

This is not a goodbye
I thought from above, to see again
The beautiful story
Without being afraid of the passing time
From the height, oh

This is not a goodbye
I thought from above, to see again
The beautiful story
Without being afraid of the passing time
From the height

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