00:00On a station platform, under the blazing sun, you were talking about a skyscraper in the New York sky.
00:08Suddenly seeing the sea, and you send a postcard, I already knew that day was the end.
00:15Now I have much more.
00:19Red, black, stop and even, finally luck brings an ace.
00:22And a pane of glass to look through, and a wall to hang on, seven smiling faces in a poster photo.
00:30My stories were not about tales made by chance.
00:37Nobody told me that destiny was giving me this opportunity.
00:43One plus one equals seven, who would have thought?
00:50That it was so easy to be happy.
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