Crammed in front of a white board 
We scribble our wishes freely
Even though the after school bell is echoing into the sunset
We can't diss on the power of dreaming, unfortunately
We scribble our wishes freely
Even though the after school bell is echoing into the sunset
We can't diss on the power of dreaming, unfortunately
Let's sing, Raise your voice louder and louder and louder 
With your hopes on your lips
When the words are set free, the pieces of us
Become lights
With your hopes on your lips
When the words are set free, the pieces of us
Become lights
I don't need memories 
Because I'm strongly, deeply in love with the now
Being flooded with memories is a sweet, adult-like luxury
And yet... I wanna refrain from it a bit longer
Because I'm strongly, deeply in love with the now
Being flooded with memories is a sweet, adult-like luxury
And yet... I wanna refrain from it a bit longer
In the notebook of my heart, the marker pulls at me 
The tip seems to cry just from being restrained
when I'm with everyone, pain and pleasure
Stick to me infinitely by reverberating, it's a wonder
The tip seems to cry just from being restrained
when I'm with everyone, pain and pleasure
Stick to me infinitely by reverberating, it's a wonder
Let's fly, forever and ever and ever into the distance 
Unable to wait for a countdown, our ambitions ride on the tailwind
When the beat is given, our wings
Become platinum
Unable to wait for a countdown, our ambitions ride on the tailwind
When the beat is given, our wings
Become platinum
I don't need promises 
Because now is the only time for living
Wanting promises is a naive, childlike frailty
So long ago... I graduated from that
Because now is the only time for living
Wanting promises is a naive, childlike frailty
So long ago... I graduated from that
I'm sure they'll be heard everywhere, forever 
Though they do not even need eternity, somehow they don't seem to fade
Our Splendid Songs
Though they do not even need eternity, somehow they don't seem to fade
Our Splendid Songs
Let's sing, even though our voices grow weaker and weaker and weaker 
Our lips proclaim the moment
Having possession of a map of the same route was our bond
We had a fated encounter
Our lips proclaim the moment
Having possession of a map of the same route was our bond
We had a fated encounter
NO, Thank you!! I don't need memories 
Because I'm strongly, deeply in love with the now
Being flooded with memories is a sweet, adult-like luxury
And yet... I wanna refrain from it
Because I'm strongly, deeply in love with the now
Being flooded with memories is a sweet, adult-like luxury
And yet... I wanna refrain from it
 
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