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The World is Overflowing with Thank You!

Looking up at that sky, my tears won't stop overflowing for some reason.
It's a beautiful sunset.
So then now, I'll speak up.
Thank you, my life!
Thank you, mother!
Thank you, father!
Thank you, family!
 
Thank you, the Earth!
Thank you, friends!
Thank you, lovers!
Thank you, everybody!
 
Overtaken by the concept known as 'time'
that is passing by in the blink of an eye,
I missed the wonderful scenery from the day known as 'today'.
The voice from this Earth that I can hear from my heart
is making me recall it somehow.
 
Who do you love? Who do you care about?
Happiness is in a place that you can view in this world.
In this sole day that's almost done,
I've got nothing to give but thanks.
 
As if I'm talking to myself, it comes out of my mouth very naturally.
Having those feelings deep inside my heart, I can't say it face-to-face.
In a casual time,
everybody will become honest.
They can talk without exception.
And thus, everybody will be reminded to say:
Thank you, my life!
Thank you, mother!
Thank you, father!
Thank you, family!
 
Thank you, the Earth!
Thank you, friends!
Thank you, lovers!
Thank you, everybody!
 
Let's turn this all into memories,
and even if we were to lock them up inside our eyes,
only 'now' that can't stop makes the gaps between my fingers spill.
While being blunt in my emotions with somebody noisy,
I can't do anything but try to touch the memories in reality.
 
What did you find?
What did you manage to earn?
Life thoroughly goes on to vanish.
Don't make things like memories your purpose.
Life is just that.
 
Yes, I'm sure I can hear it from my surroundings.
It's not an auditory hallucination.
Before anybody can know, it's muttering.
These lips are willfully moving so much that it's mysterious.
In order to devote a prayer to God,
let me yell.
 
It's turning into a wind of casual words,
and it's not only nice, it's even in this forest.
Sunlight of kindness filtering through the trees shakes.
If it always does that, then there's nothing to notice.
There are a lot of those existences of love.
 
Looking up at that sky, my tears won't stop overflowing for some reason.
It's a beautiful sunset.
So then now, I'll speak up.
 
As if I'm talking to myself, it comes out of my mouth very naturally.
Having those feelings deep inside my heart, I can't say it face-to-face.
In a casual time, everybody will become honest.
They can talk without exception.
And thus, everybody will reminded to say:
Thank you, my life!
Thank you, mother!
Thank you, father!
Thank you, family!
 
Thank you, the Earth!
Thank you, friends!
Thank you, lovers!
Thank you, everybody!
 
Why are ordinary words
resounding in me
in such a way
as if they were trivial?
 
Thank you, every day!