...That girl is like the wind.

Three, four months from home.
Hundred, thousand tears.
All is like a dream.
I stare at the sky.
All is like a dream... I stare at the sky.
...Heh.
Ironic, isn't it...? I envied your genius so much, I hid on Mt. Oomine for years.
Now someone who calls me master has appeared again.
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