Even in this tiny hand, there could someday be strength surpassing our own
From the day I cried beneath the ripe grapes, I started to walk
Even if my hand is small, even if we're separated, we'll walk this road
And on the day that will someday come, we'll store away our best memories.
The Palm of a Tiny Hand(小さなてのひら) - Chiisana Tenohira
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