Enter the forest
It's quiet.

What I hear is
Birdsong, wind's whisper
And the sound of my own footsteps
His breathing has become a little faster.

If you listen carefully
Encountering sounds you never noticed before
The sound of a distant stream
The sound of air touching

Where do those sounds come from?
When you start to lose track
In everyone's heart
I realize there is a forest where silence resides.

Similarly, listen carefully
At this moment

What I want to hear is
Not someone else's voice
Deep within that forest
In the quietest place
Waiting

My own voice
A small cry

Listen carefully

　　　

Listen carefully

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