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~Märchen~
"I have met you somewhere before..."
Created on 2005-09-07 05:30:06 (#8229369), last updated 2006-03-29
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Basic Info| Name: | Klaha |
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| Birthdate: | 05-03 |
| Location: | France |
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Please take note that this is a fake journal for roleplay.
Name: Haruna Masaki
Penname: "Klaha"
A poet, known for his romantic gothic style of poetry. Seeking out more inspiration for his latest book of poems, he travels to France, where he hears tales of the "Gold Fleur" hotel that had used to be the LeFou house.
Intrigued by these tales, he decides to spend his stay in that hotel, hoping to find the muse he needs.
the curtain of dreams silently lowers;
Flowing to me from far away,
I focused my ears on the faint sound of your heartbeat
Our feelings are a secret thread,
and we are inevitably tied together by it, so...
Even if I am reborn a hundred times,
Our paths will cross again;
Assuming even we are engulfed by fate, this love of ours...
Even if my very form is destroyed, I am not afraid
As long as I shall come across you again
In the season when the flowers bloom...
I am touched on the cheek by falling flower petals,
and look up to the sky
The trees rustle...
And while having the sensation that time has stopped,
At the end of the dream,
I heard the sound of your footsteps getting closer
"I have met you somewhere before..."
It is not communicated between us with words, but...
Even if I am reborn once more, I will not forget
your scent, wafting clean and beautifully,
Even if I am swept away by generations, I am waiting,
As long as the spring moon will grant for me my vain wish
Even if I am reborn a hundred times,
Our paths will cross again;
Assuming even we are engulfed by fate, this love of ours...
Even if my very form is destroyed, I am not afraid
As long as I shall come across you again
In the season when the flowers bloom
Drops of evening dew spilled on my cheek shine in the moonlight,
And like their watery surface, I shake with sadness
-- "Märchen"
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