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On a Monday morning, a girl sings without a care
From that little wish of hers
A subtle sign began to bloom

The red-haired witch was the first to understand
The boys in their twenties stopped a bit later

The girl sang on, carefree as ever
She sang on, just like that

The plaza from half a year ago swelled with excitement
In the center, a few voices of the young raised up

That little wish is today’s standard
The girl sang on, carefree as ever
It was just there, carefree as ever

She just sang
Without anyone even looking her way
Even if she’s pointed at from behind
Eventually, people will forget
But she just sang, carefree as ever.