Apothecary Diaries S3 OP1 Edit
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A gust of wind blows. Another blow, I go through the grass.
Facing one gust of wind after another, I slip through the grass
Finally all empty, I'm heading, only me downwind.
All empty at last, off I go, only me downwind
A shadow standing in the grass. As a blue wind,
A shadow stands in the grasslands
I sway...
I'm the blue wind, swaying
A gust of wind blows, it's sunny. And I, over the road,
A sudden gust of wind, clear skies, I walk this road
blow swiftly like swaggering. And there, only you downwind.
In bold strides, only you downwind
A shadow standing in the grass. Migrating birds' white feathers.
A shadow stands in the grasslands
My white wind
The white wings of migration
sways...
Swaying, in my white wind
In the wind,
Catching the wind, slipping through the flowers,
through the flowers,
Breaking through the clouds, only me downwind
beyond the clouds, only me downwind.
In the light of dawn,
In the pale light of dawn, hurry on
hurry up
The scent of grass and soul lingers in the air
with this scent of grass and soul.
Through the wind,
Slipping through the wind, soaring through the skies
across the sky
Breaking through the clouds, only me downwind
beyond the clouds, only me downwind.