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In a small light from a poor village,
Holding seeds of hope close to my heart,
What I grip in my hands is only soil,
But a steadfast heart will carve the path.
Cross the bridge of hope,
Shine the future with an unyielding heart,
Fear no storm as you push forward,
Beyond the dream, grasp the light of hope.
On a path where the bamboo sways in the wind,
Clutching dreams in small hands,
Endless nights are left behind,
Eyes on the future, seeking the light.
Hold the gentle dream close to your heart,
With unbreakable will, open the future,
Turn the darkness into light, someday,
Become the power that shines on the world.
Amidst the battle, a vow is engraved,
The bond with comrades,
A steadfast sword,
Seeking peace beyond the horizon.
On this endless journey,
The boy gazes at the sky beyond,
In the cold wind blowing through the night,
His chest burns with a wish and a prayer.
The sound echoes through the silent night,
Footsteps chasing after dreams,
A single flower blooms in the wilderness,
Carrying the wish up to the sky.
Cross the bridge of hope,
Shine the future with an unyielding heart,
Fear no storm as you push forward,
For the light awaits beyond the dream.
Hold the gentle dream close to your heart,
With an unbreakable spirit, open the path,
Turn any darkness into light,
Become the power that lights the world.
When the bridge of hope shines,
Its light will never fade.
The flame of dreams continues on,
That light will never fade.
His heart will go on, forever.
