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Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, there are still barely visible roads stretching from fatigue to hope. Sometimes it seems that the light has long since gone out, but like a stubborn sprout, it still breaks through the gray layer of doubt.

This song is a quiet reminder: don't grow up so much that you stop believing. After all, even a tiny bit of trust in the world is like wings. They won't burn if you fly not out of fear, but toward the sun. And maybe that's why children always find their way. Even if no one else can see it.