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♥ Ngee Ann poly, Nursing
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Far, far away, there's a swaying sea of rice grains
Raise the sails, raise the sails, and go to memories that we aimed for
Do we still remember all of the sad things up to today, or have we forgotten them?

Someday, even in the palm of a tiny hand there will be strength for us
We walked from the days when we cried beneath the ripe grapes
Even if our hands are small, even if we're separated, we'll go on this road
Until that day in the future we will cherish with our memories

The seasons shift and the cold wind
Has already been wrapped by and sleeping in the song of that spring

Someday, even in the palm of a tiny hand there will be strength for us
How many smiles reflected on our wet cheeks?
Even if our hands are small, even if we're separated, we'll go on this road
And we will cherish our memories with the coming day

Some day the palm of a tiny hand will go over us
The day that finally came opened a new season