The season of chasing the endless sky on a motorcycle. The morning sun bursts fo

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The season of chasing the endless sky on a motorcycle. The morning sun bursts forth, untying my heart. Filled with dreams of that day I longed for, every day is bursting with life. I had forgotten the gentleness of the wind blowing. The world is expanding rapidly, and I feel like I'm starting to smile again. When I listen closely, when I stretch out my arm, dazzling clouds flow by. In the vibrant city, even when I'm making noise with my friends, there are tears I can't tell anyone about. I hold them close to my heart. Every time I stumble upon sadness, if I try to cover it up, I won't be able to see the light I believe in. Let's fly past the scenery, let's open the doors one by one. Until the hurt dreams and sleepless nights become a dazzling wind. The desire to overcome the sadness that I stumble upon today is the power that will repaint even the future. The world is expanding rapidly, and I feel like I'm starting to smile again. When I step out into the city, when I look up at the sky, the real thing begins. Let's fly past the scenery, let's open the doors one by one. Until the hurt dreams and sleepless nights become a dazzling wind. Until the hurt dreams and sleepless nights become a dazzling wind.

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