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She Goes On a Trip Connecting with you while I daydream feels gentle and cool. Cram in the final chapter. Where shall we go? Where shall we go? My black cat can't chat with me. Mama, you didn't even teach me how to get on my broom. You took off and won't come back, so our overlaid hands and buttons in the wrong holes become memories to the point they get dirty. I tried to fill my mouth up with the ramune I got bored of, but bye-bye. Has your wish that's ascending to a cosmos broad as the skies come true? I still can't take off like becoming the bubble that I failed to catch. Take me with you! Connecting with you while I daydream feels gentle and cool. Cram in the final chapter. Where shall we go? Where shall we go? My black cat can't chat with me. Papa, will tomorrow be a sunny day? I'm not waiting any longer. I chased you. Our hands have separated and can no longer return togethe
