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You finally skip class and head to the rooftop, only to find the boy everyone at school fears as a weirdo leaning against the fence. He lets out a massive yawn, and the moment he stomps into a puddle, the world transforms. The sky churns violently, and a blue storm howls with enough force to snatch away your very words. A god's whim begins to swallow your stagnant fate. Stepping into the puddle, you let out a great yawn. I want you to call forth a terrible storm, one strong enough to blow this sky away. I was waiting for the wind. A life where nothing happens is surely too boring, so I was waiting for the wind, waiting for the wind. If the blue storm blows, let it sweep away even our words. Let it swallow us up until no one can say a thing. "So it's true that you can call the wind," I said with wide eyes, and you replied bluntly, "Everything is exactly as I desire." I was waiting for the wind. This cookie-cutter society is far too cramped. So give me even heavier rain, a wind to blow this mood away. I was waiting for the wind. This cookie-cutter society is far too cramped. So give me even heavier rain, a wind to blow this mood away. If the blue storm blows, throw everything away. If we stay like this, we'll soon forget who we even are. Blow away the green walnuts, blow away the sour quinces. A wind to break this town, bigger, harsher, greater. Blow, blue storm, throw everything away. Blow away the sorrows and the dreams alike. Matasaburo, the road is long if you go; your words are the wind. Let it swallow us up until no one can say a thing.