Lara May Lee
Mar 7th, 2003, 12:10:15 PM
Aishiteru, Miryan-San ... Aishiteru.
A soft voice echoed through the mountains of snow. Sitting on top of a hill, a woman sat in the snow, her feet dangling down in the air. She had long pitch black hair and wore a white outfit. If it wasn't for her hair, maybe she would've gone by unnoticed, since her skin tone was also as white as porcelain. She closed her light brown eyes as a faint smile drew on her pink lips. Behind her was a small harp. She took it and ran her fingers on the thin lines, her eyes remaining closed. She sang in an unknown language.
Miraa ga utsushidasu maboroshi wo ki ni shinagara
Itsu no ma ni ka sokudo ageteru no sa
Doko e ittemo ii to iwareru to
Hanpa na ganbou ni wa hyoushiki mo zenbu haiiro da
Kono yurameki koyoi no yume wo egaku
Anata no fudesaki kawaite imasen ka
Aoi sora ga mienu nara aoi kasa hirogete
Ii ja nai ka kyanbasu wa kimi no mono
Shiroi hata wa akirameta toki ni dake kazasu no
Ima wa makka ni sasou tougyuushi no you ni
KARAA mo iroaseru keikoutou no moto
Shirokuro no chesuboodo no ue de kimi ni deatta
Bokura wa hitotoki mayoinagara yorisotte
Arekara hitotsuki oboete imasu ka
Orenji iro no yuuhi wo tonari de miteru dake de
Yokatta noni na kuchi wa wazawai no moto
Kuroi fuku wa shisha ni inoru toki ni dake kiru no
Wazato makka ni nokoshita RUUJUU no ato
Mou jibun ni wa yume no nai e shika kakenai to iu nara
Nuritsubushite yo kyanbasu wo nando demo
Shiroi hata wa akirameta toki ni dake kazasu no
Ima no watashi wa anata no shiranai iro
She ran her fingers on the notes one last time before stopping. She opened her eyes. She was sad.
A soft voice echoed through the mountains of snow. Sitting on top of a hill, a woman sat in the snow, her feet dangling down in the air. She had long pitch black hair and wore a white outfit. If it wasn't for her hair, maybe she would've gone by unnoticed, since her skin tone was also as white as porcelain. She closed her light brown eyes as a faint smile drew on her pink lips. Behind her was a small harp. She took it and ran her fingers on the thin lines, her eyes remaining closed. She sang in an unknown language.
Miraa ga utsushidasu maboroshi wo ki ni shinagara
Itsu no ma ni ka sokudo ageteru no sa
Doko e ittemo ii to iwareru to
Hanpa na ganbou ni wa hyoushiki mo zenbu haiiro da
Kono yurameki koyoi no yume wo egaku
Anata no fudesaki kawaite imasen ka
Aoi sora ga mienu nara aoi kasa hirogete
Ii ja nai ka kyanbasu wa kimi no mono
Shiroi hata wa akirameta toki ni dake kazasu no
Ima wa makka ni sasou tougyuushi no you ni
KARAA mo iroaseru keikoutou no moto
Shirokuro no chesuboodo no ue de kimi ni deatta
Bokura wa hitotoki mayoinagara yorisotte
Arekara hitotsuki oboete imasu ka
Orenji iro no yuuhi wo tonari de miteru dake de
Yokatta noni na kuchi wa wazawai no moto
Kuroi fuku wa shisha ni inoru toki ni dake kiru no
Wazato makka ni nokoshita RUUJUU no ato
Mou jibun ni wa yume no nai e shika kakenai to iu nara
Nuritsubushite yo kyanbasu wo nando demo
Shiroi hata wa akirameta toki ni dake kazasu no
Ima no watashi wa anata no shiranai iro
She ran her fingers on the notes one last time before stopping. She opened her eyes. She was sad.