the random destiny and a million chances of luck

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The future looks bright. Not only in the sunshine, but also in the darkness
I sense the feeling of a softer tone in my true colors
Feels like I'm learning

It's only when I'm apart from myself
that I see a different you
And in you, I see myself more clear
Blending into the atmosphere