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๋‹ค์‹œ ๋Œ์•„์˜ฌ ์ค„ ์•Œ์•˜์–ด
๋‹ˆ๊ฐ€ ๋– ๋‚  ๋•Œ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ํ–ˆ๋˜ ์–˜๊ธฐ
์ •์‹ ์—†์ด ๋ณด๋‚ธ ๋‚˜๋‚ ๋“ค
๋ด„์€ ํ”ผ๊ณ  ์กŒ์ง€๋งŒ ๋ณ€ํ•œ ๊ฑด ์—†์–ด

๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๊ณ„์ ˆ์„ ๊ฑฐ๋‹์—ˆ๋˜
๋งด๋Œ์•„๊ฐ€๋Š” ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์ถ”์–ต์˜ ๋‚ ๋“ค
๋งคํ™” ํ–ฅ๊ธฐ ์‹ค๋ ค์˜ค๋ฉด
๊ทธ๋ ค์ง€๋Š” ๋„ˆ์™€ ๋‚˜์˜ ์€ํ•˜์ˆ˜

๊ทธ๋ฆฌ์›€๊ณผ ๋งˆ์ฃผํ–ˆ์„ ๋•Œ
๋‚œ ๋‹ˆ๊ฐ€ ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ž์–ด

๋“ค๋ ค์ค„๊ป˜ ๋‚ด ์˜ค๋žœ ์–˜๊ธฐ ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฌ์›Œ ์ฐจ๋งˆ ๋„ค๊ฒŒ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๋˜ ๊ทธ ๋ง
ํ•˜๋Š˜๋‹ค๋ฆฌ ๋ฐ”๋žŒ ๋ถ€๋Š” ๊ทธ๊ณณ์—์„œ
๋‚ด ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ์šด ์˜ค ๊ทธ๋Œ€์—ฌ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ๋„ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฐ๋‹ค๊ณ 

๋งŽ์€ ๋‚˜๋‚ ๋“ค์ด ์ง€๋‚˜๋ฉฐ
์„œ๋กœ ๋‹ฌ๋ผ์ง„ ๋„ˆ์™€ ๋‚˜์˜ ์‹œ๊ฐ„
์•„๋“ํ•˜๊ณ  ํฌ๋ฏธํ•˜๊ฒŒ
๋– ์˜ค๋ฅด๋Š” ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋“ค์˜ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ

๋‚ด ์ž์‹ ๊ณผ ๋งˆ์ฃผํ–ˆ์„ ๋•Œ
๋‚œ ๋‹ˆ๊ฐ€ ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ž์–ด

๋“ค๋ ค์ค„๊ป˜ ๋‚ด ์˜ค๋žœ ์–˜๊ธฐ ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฌ์›Œ ์ฐจ๋งˆ ๋„ค๊ฒŒ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๋˜ ๊ทธ ๋ง
ํ•˜๋Š˜๋‹ค๋ฆฌ ๋ฐ”๋žŒ ๋ถ€๋Š” ๊ทธ๊ณณ์—์„œ
๋‚ด ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ์šด ์˜ค ๊ทธ๋Œ€์—ฌ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ๋„ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฐ๋‹ค๊ณ 

๋งŒ๋‚  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์„ ์ค„ ์•Œ์•˜์–ด
์žŠ๊ณ  ์‚ด๋˜ ๋‚ ์ด ๊ธธ์—ˆ์–ด
ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ๋Ÿด ๋•Œ์ผ์ˆ˜๋ก
๋” ๊ฐ„์ ˆํ•ด์ง€๊ณค ํ–ˆ์–ด

๋“ค๋ ค์ค„๊ป˜ ๋‚ด ์˜ค๋žœ ์–˜๊ธฐ ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฌ์›Œ ์ฐจ๋งˆ ๋„ค๊ฒŒ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๋˜ ๊ทธ ๋ง
ํ•˜๋Š˜๋‹ค๋ฆฌ ๋ฐ”๋žŒ ๋ถ€๋Š” ๊ทธ๊ณณ์—์„œ
๋‚ด ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ์šด ์˜ค ๊ทธ๋Œ€์—ฌ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ๋„ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฐ๋‹ค๊ณ 

๊ณ ๋งˆ์› ๋˜ ๊ทธ ์˜ค๋žœ ๋ฏฟ์Œ ์ด์ œ์„œ์•ผ ์ง€ํ‚ค๊ฒŒ ๋œ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์˜ ์•ฝ์†
๋จธ๋‚˜๋จผ ๊ธธ ์žŠ์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ๊ทธ๊ณณ์—์„œ
๋Œ์•„์™€ ์ค€ ์˜ค ๊ทธ๋Œ€์—ฌ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ๋„ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•œ๋‹ค๊ณ 

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I thought you'd come back
what we said when you left
Days I spent crazy
Spring blooms and fades, but nothing has changed

I walked through different seasons
The days of our memories revolving around
When the scent of plum blossoms
You and my Milky Way

when faced with longing
i remembered you

I'll tell you my old story
Sky Bridge, where the wind blows
Oh my dear, I'm still waiting for you

many days pass
You and I have changed time
distant and faint
Our rising story

when I face myself
i remembered you

I'll tell you my old story
Sky Bridge, where the wind blows
Oh my dear, I'm still waiting for you

I thought we wouldn't be able to meet
It's been a long day I forgot
But the more
I used to be more desperate

I'll tell you my old story
Sky Bridge, where the wind blows
Oh my dear, I'm still waiting for you

The long-standing trust we were grateful for, our promise that we only kept
From there without forgetting the long way
You came back, oh dear, that I still love you

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