The wind and the sound in Karasin...
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Sound of wind echoes through the rice fields
and it blows to the end of the world,
where two meets, where two lives,
where two hearts become one.
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Starting from the end of the world,
or ending in the end of the world?
where two grows, where two misses,
where today becomes a memory.
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From somewhere in the universe to the rice fields,
from sunrise to sunset and then till sunrise,
on the two wheels, on the four wheels, or on the rail,
leaving behind all the pasts,
the brighter future that's what two are heading for.
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Smell of the city visits 16th floor,
that will guide two to the end of the world,
where two dreams, where two believes,
where two humans feel the sky above them.
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Journey can be shorter or longer,
just to reach the end of the world,
where two hopes, where two loves,
where two humans feels the earth.
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From somewhere in the universe to the rice fields,
from south, north, east or west,
by walk or run, but hand by hand,
accepting all the pasts,
the brighter future that's what two are looking for.
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And two are just walking towards the house,
where two feels that's where they belong to,
that's where two will start.
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We just happened to be the two,
but we feel we are meant to be one.
Regardless how the weather is,
the sun will shine us cutting through the clouds in the end.
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From somewhere in the universe to this rice field,
from somewhere in the universe to this 16th floor.
from somewhere we never been to to the end of the world...
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Written on 29th October 2008.
I thank Thailand to have given me the opportunity to write this song,
and of course, thank for the reason to write, too...