Happiness isn't something like the repeating cycle...
of nights of falling stars and brilliant mornings.
It's being able to hold an umbrella...
over a special someone...
as rain falls upon them.
It's okay if there's no answer...
to the question of what we're living for...
as long as you can protect the people you wish to see...
and the things important to you.
If I could sing out those precious feelings,
without trying too hard, getting down myself.
Happiness isn't something like the repeating cycle...
of nights of falling stars and brilliant mornings.
It's being able to hold an umbrella...
over a special someone...
as rain falls upon them.
It's not something you can find...
even if you strain your eyes, not blinking once...
so I want to stay by your side.
There are those who lived for their dreams.
There are those who were right to have strayed from the path.
There are those who threw everything away for someone else...
and there are those who lived for themselves.
I couldn't become any of them...
but as long as there's still someone who needs me today...
Happiness isn't something like the repeating cycle...
of nights of falling stars and brilliant mornings.
It's being able to hold an umbrella...
over a special someone...
as rain falls upon them.
Thought I found weakness again and it sent me reeling.
I wonder if I can do that...
in a place I found with my eyes closed
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Happiness isn't something like the repeating cycle...
of nights of falling stars and brilliant mornings.
It's being able to hold an umbrella...
over a special someone...
as rain falls upon them.
and it's how I was protected...
before I had realized it...
so I want you to always, always stay by my side.
Whether my eyes are open or closed
