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Rosy Wings 3 (Orchestra)

Silver grains dance.

There is a single flower that blooms quietly in a small chest.

An endless thought glides with the wings.

A white heart keeps blinking during the day when birds fly and the night when stars fall,

Even if my wings fade and lose their shine.

I do not let go of the flowers that are guided by the tone and shine through the light,

Even if it is an unreachable heart.

Beyond the time and the sky, I feel the beat in the palm of my hand.

Silver grains become rain and then snow.