~ "Oh the wind whistles down
The cold dark street tonight
And the people they were dancing to the music vibe
And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair
While the shy tormented youth sit way over there
And the songs they get louder
Each one better than before"
~ "Wish you were here...
Me, oh, my countryman,
Wish you were here... "~
Es ist kalt in dem kleinen, kargen Raum, verdammt kalt. Ob ichs mir einbilde oder nicht, die
Temperaturen dort draußen erinnern mich stark an Russland, auch wenn das hier eigentlich
England ist.
How this could have come so far?
Actually I don't even understand it myself.
Yes, probably I could just have packed my stuff and gone away. Just somewhere, far away. Especially from him.
But things weren't this easy.
~ "Say good bye
tada good bye
subete no wazurawashisa ni good bye
Say good bye
tada good bye
kawaru koto osorezu ni good bye" ~
I can't get these lines out of my head.
I'm staring into a certain direction.
I see a figure, lonely and sad.
[Die]
The stinging pain brakes through the walls of numbness clouding my senses.
I let my head sink.
Fine drops of red blood drip onto plain white tiles.
It was a starless night in autumn.
Exhausted from the concert Inoran fell onto his bed and closed his eyes for a moment, reviewing the gig.
The powerful sound and blazing lights, screaming audience, ecstasy...
It was all just like it had been back then.
The sound of a slap broke the tense silence.
J winced as the hand hit his face, leaving a burning red impression.
"How could you?!"
Inoran's tears fell freely, his eyes never leaving the scene.
Sugizo was sitting on the bed, his body hardly covered, eyes wide in shock.
I was awoken by my phone, that rang.
Tiredly I peeled myself out of the sheets and walked to the phone.
I felt strange, like something wouldn't be alright.
My hand closed around the phone, tighter as needed, as I picked up.
"Moshi moshi?"
"Izumi-san? This is Dr.
Do you believe in angels? I'll tell you a story about one, named Sugizo.
The one who's happy life in the wonderful world of angels was only disturbed by his visions.
Visions from the human’s world.
Visions of pain, torture and tears. And he knew who made them cry...
Die frische Abendbrise umschmeichelte die Bäume wie ein samtiger Atemhauch von
Mutter Erde, ließ die im fast magisch hell anmutenden Mondlicht silbern
schimmernden Blätter rauschen, als ob sie sich leise in einer geheimnisvollen
Sprache unterhielten.
My ears are ringing just by the sound of my blood thumping through my vains, as if on lightning speed. My vision flares blinding white, my nerves singing with a surging mix of what seems like a thousand different emotions, none of which I can dicipher anymore.
Once born, a humans heart resembles an empty, bottomless pit. Therefore life is nothing else, then the quest of filling it up. This is done by all the memories we collect along the way and the countless people we meet, who leave their mark on us, one deep another shallow.
Ever since I know you, you´ve been some kind of a hero to me.
Undoubtedly you possess the kind of physics, so irritatingly attractive in their forbiddenly sinful beauty, that they won´t ever fail in stunning anyone coming along - even that Weiss ice-prince Abyssinian -.
Stark white walls, gapingly empty, enclosed plain, spartanic furniture, consisting of a bed, a small table, and a spotless, marmorate PVC floor, that just seemed to belong to this kind of places, like a stamp to a letter.
~
Zwischen deine Schulterblätter
passt ein Messer und ein Kuss,
zwischen uns liegt dieser Morgen
wie ein dunkler breiter Fluss.
~
Die Schwärze der Nacht wandelt sich in ein tristes Grau.
Hello, I’m Ling of Silver Ash. Have you maybe heard of us before?
Ah, yes, you’re right, of course you haven’t. After all we’re still one of these young, struggling for fame newcomers in the business.
An eerie quiet lay across the night, only disturbed by the whining engine of a bus winding through the narrow driveways of a quiet and conservative suburban housing estate. It was very late, so the dimly lit inside of the bus was empty. At least almost.
Slashing rays of spotlight.
The roaring of distorted guitar chords from the amp in front of me.
The screaming and cheering of a crowd running wild.
Against my expectations the show went quite well, the atmosphere was jaunty, far from how tense it had been lately.
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now ... here he comes!
~
Eine rote Pfütze begann sich langsam um den bewegungslosen Körper von Schwester Amamiya auszubreiten.
~ I hate the world today
You're so good to me
I know but I can't change
tried to tell you but you look at me like maybe I'm an angel
underneath
innocent and sweet ~
Warme Sonnenstrahlen streichelten mein Gesicht, ließen mich träge aus dem Traumland herauf tauchen.
Szene I:
[ Eine Uhr tickt. Sugizo läuft nervös in einem Vorzimmer auf und ab. Plötzlich fliegt eine Tür auf. Yuna stolpert heraus und fällt Sugizo schluchzend um den Hals.
