The destination, the destination, it blooms before us,
Let us gaze upon the heart's hidden song.
I live, a wanderer, with joy as my guise,
O traveler, come, oh come, won't you come?
Come, oh come, won't you come?
The destination, the destination, it blooms.
A companion, a comrade, a confidante, where are you?
Why am I left alone in this familiar journey?
Each moment restless, this is my plight,
Where, oh where, are you?
The destination unfolds,
Let us gaze.
May the threads of dreams never unravel,
May your magic never fade.
May the threads of dreams never unravel,
May your magic never fade.
Who is kin, who is stranger, in this world?
Who is kin, who is stranger, in this world?
Lost in a daze, unaware, where are you?
The destination unfolds,
Let us gaze.
The destination, the destination, it blooms.
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