LYRIC

The place I have spent a long time.
The place I was born.
I've felt many things and I've heard many words in this place.
All that happened around me made me grow up better.
My personality, I know vaguely…

Every time to act, a high wall stands in my way.
Every time I try to get past it, something makes me strong.

(How many borderlines are waiting for me?
It will make me happy, make me sad, make me cry…
I don't know whether it will be fine or cloudy.
'Cause it's all up to me…)

My life should go well, it's all up to me!

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