Глава #25

Наверное, для меня навсегда останется загадкой, почему в 'Real face', когда поет Каме, в видео все равно один Джин?? Нет, мне вообше хорошо, Джина я просто обожаю..но несправедливо! На съемках клипа он ведь был! А какие они все же забавные)

А Уэда мне все равно только в клипе 'Yorokobi no uta' нравится. Коки крут! (Это, что называется, 'от любви до ненависси'..он мне не нравился..хехе)

Пора уже и баиньки..но каттуны хавают моск..

Да и неохота уходить..

@музыка: KAT-TUN - real face

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Глава #24...0.о

Ух ты, ёпт! Я хорошо запоминаю голоса, и различаю...я ведь не могу ошибиться..нэ? Хотя, могу...

Опенинг ЛавКом мне сразу приглянулся...это..его ведь поют...Тегоши и Масуда? 0.о мне ведь не глючится? Или глючится? Ааа! Ща моск взрорветсяаа! Помогииите! Т.Т

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Глава #23beta

Переслушиваю ранее скачанные аниме-осты. Люблю Онидзуку, и в аниме, и в лив-экшнах, и опенинги, и эндинги. надо бы аниме пересмотреть.

Чем больше рассматриваю каттуновские фотки, тем больше влюбляюсь в Джина (только подумать, совсем недавно он мне не нравился ни капли). Наверное, действительно, как сказал Томохиса - 'ты слишком прекрасен'.) А Джин с Каме смотрятся очень мило.

Нашел сайт по 'Нобуте'. Прочитал пару фанфиков, понял, что не цепляет, нужно все же сначала дорамку посмотреть. (Ждем)

Первой парой контрольная. Так странно, задумался над учебой - у меня даже нет пока никаких долгов, все гладко (да, мы, Раки, такие), только вот нужно писать два реферата, но по материаловедению нечего делать - в среду наберу литературы и нужно бы поработать.

Посмотрел 12 серий 'Лавли комплекс'..хочу дальше! Отани чудесен, давно таких милых аниме не смотрел!

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Глава #23

Синхронизация...

Слишком сильно. Я же вижу, просто чувствую. Что что-то не так.

Все. В последний раз. С завтрашнего дня никакой меланхолии-хандры-депрессии. Слишком много себе позволяю.

Я, в принципе, терпеливый. Иногда это делает меня сильным, иногда до безобразия слабым. Кто слабый? Я? Да вы что! Я ведь сильнее всех!

...

...

Зима никогда не кончится..если так все и будет.

Звиняйте, друзья, в последний раз.

Уснуть, уснуть. Уснуть.

Я, я, только я. Всё я. Только я один.

Нужно уже перестать вести себя, словно ребенок, маленький, вредный, капризный ребенок. Это никому не нужно. Пора взрослеть.

Сесть, заткнуться и молчать. Чем дольше, тем лучше, не обижать никого...говорить то, что думаешь, а не что от тебя хотят услышать.

Идиотина ты. Это, увы, не лечится.

Иди ты уже наконец..не парь людям мозги.

Все, ушел

@темы: Разговор с самим собой

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Глава #22

У Джина д.р. в один день с моей мамой. Ю-ху! Будет еще повод выпить.

И не забываем,что 9 апреля д.р Ямапи.

И все же обожаю это число. 23 года Томо- чану, 23 февраля д.р Каме...красотааа...

Сюидзи-кун, а, Сюидзи-кун...а пойдем гулять? Придешь завтра на чай, нэээ? Акира будет ждать.

Ибо больше некого.

Даже в Судеки не играется...и Лин-чан какая-то не веселая.

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Глава #21

Что проснулся, что уснул вчера в отвратном настроении. Ну и пох, кому то надо, кроме меня.

Сюидзи-кууун! Мы увидимся сегодня?

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Глава #20

Спасибо Данте за Opera mini.

Шики, надеюсь, что 'Нобуту' будем смотреть вместе..запасаемся заранее платками-салфетками и попкорном.

Гил, ни пуха, ни пера на предстоящем мероприятии!

Вопрос!
У кого-нибудь есть дорама Yamada Taro monogatari? Первые 7 серий, очень надо!

Эх...как никогда понимаю весь смысл фразы 'обещанного три года ждут' *улыбнулся*

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Глава про незначительное...и бисёнэнов

Сижу перед экраном, в общем-то, уже час...понимаю, что мне тут нечего писать

Наконец вылез на сайт нашего клуба, зафлудил в форуме, а главное - я там зарегился. блин, а кто дал название клубу...ых, я лентяйко Форум порадовал, но народу там еще мало и тем мало - исправим) теперь туда пришел Юк, и теперь будет флуд во имя аниме!

А на форуме нашей сетки появились новые анимешники...анимешниЦЫ, точнее. И собираемся на "погулять"

Тагильчане, 12 марта, в 16-17 часов встречаемся у "Современника". Кто не сможет - 16 марта. время уточним

Очень хочется погулять с себе подобными -_-" уж очень давно не было сборов (ДАНТЕ!!! Что это за президент?! А ну, марш всех собирать!))





Меня заклинило на Seishun Amigo...а...какой клип..какой Каме...какой ЯмаПи... а какая у Томо-чана рубашечка...

ну а Cherish - это нечто) это..это попса...эти розовые перчаточки...х) и светленький Томохиса! и такой Рё...а какой Рё в Hoshi wo mezashite...ааа, Рё прекрасен! ну, а песенка сама хороша. надо будет кинуть еще деньгу и скачать песенку. по-тихоньку подсаживаю Люду...она со мной от нечего делать на переменах смотрит клипы..хехе



Гил! Спасибо тебе за руну и брелок... огромное!


P.S. начинаешь ценить каждый момент и осознавать горечь потерь и утрат...это ведь вполне естесственно, что люди начинают отдаляться друг от друга, ничего же в этом страшного...ka na.

@музыка: YamaPi to Kame - Seishun Amigo

@настроение:

@темы: NewS, Kamenashi Kazuya, аниме, Нижний Тагил, встречи

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С праздником весны вас, девушки! =)

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ххх

Чувствую себя каким-то удодом...=( конечно понимаю, что хватит говорить об этом самому себе. Эх...что ж все такие красивые...*ушел в угол растить мухоморы*

@настроение: .....>_<

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Глава(очередная) про 8 марта!

Получи свой Поздравлятор

запись создана: 05.03.2008 в 19:24

@музыка: NewS - Hoshi wo Mezashite

@настроение: ^_^

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Lyrics: NewS - Hoshi wo mezashite

Ichido shinde mata iki kaeru
Sonna mahou wo kakerarete ita
Mezametara kimi ga ite
Hikari michite ita
Boku wa umare kawatta

Minna iru kai?
Hoshi wo mezashite kimi ni michibikare
Utai nagara boku wa aruki dasu
Furi kaeranai sa!
Kizu darake no shounen jidai nado

Boku wa tashika ni michi ni mayotteta
Fukai kurayami de kodoku ni naiteta
Mezametara kimi ga ite
Hikari michite ita
Boku wa umare kawatta

Minna iru kai?
Hoshi wo mezashite kimi ni michibikare
Utainagara boku wa aruki dasu
Kuri kaesanai sa mou nidoto wa onaji ayamachi wo
Ai no chikara no ookisa tootosa wo omoishitta yo
Hoshi wo mezashite kimi ni michibikare

Minna iru kai?
Hoshi wo mezashite kimi ni michibikare
Utai nagara boku wa aruki dasu
Furi kaeranaisa kizutarake no
Shounen jidai nado
Ikou!

Hoshi wo mezashite kimi ni michibikare
Boku wa arukidasu
Ikou!
Hoshi wo mezashite utai nagara
Boku wa arukidasu

english

Aim for the stars
Once you die, you're again reborn
That sort of magic has been floating in the air
Because you were there when I awoke, so full of light
I have made a fresh new start

Is everyone here?
Let's aim for the stars
With you to lead the way
I will sing
As we go along
We won't look back
On our youth filled with pain

I had surely lost my way
And was crying in the deep darkness of loneliness
But because you were there when I awoke, so full of light
I have made a fresh new start

Is everyone here?
Let's aim for the stars
With you to lead the way
I will sing
As we go along
I'll never do that again
Never make the same mistakes

I've come to realize
Just how precious
The strength of love can be
Let's aim for the stars
With you to lead the way

Is everyone here?
Let's aim for the stars
With you to lead the way
I will sing
As we go along
We won't look back
On our youth filled with pain

Let's go!
Let's aim for the stars
With you to lead the way
I will walk forward

Let's go!
Let's aim for the stars
I will sing
As we move ahead

@музыка: NewS - Hoshi wo Mezashite

@темы: News, lyrics

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Глава про Жизненное и Студенческое

Что ж, на следующей неделе-таки подписываем договор и будут мне курсы...надеюсь, будет не очень нагружено Т_Т по крайней мере, буду протестовать, если они по субботам будут да не буду, конечно -_-. Полтора года, ыхыхы...ну, все же, может в жизни пригодиться



У меня сносит крышу от вида/запаха/вкуса клубники/земляники...что это такое? Оо снова едет крыша?

@музыка: YamaPi to Kame - Seishun Amigo

@настроение:

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Я люблю Вас, моя Принцесса...

Спасибо за все это время

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Глава про Весеннее

Зимняя меланхолия сменилась весенней хандрой...

Апатия апатия апатия

Плоский мир. Плоский, грязный, сырой, серый, скользкий мир. Однотонные небо и земля. Сырой снег и испачканные тушью пальцы. Забиться в уголок и вдыхать этот мерзкий запах средств от клопов до утра.

Сок сок сок

Жарко...

Надоело все

Пусть уже что-нибудь произойдет






Вкуривал вчера мобильный джимм и чтение фанфиков в малом формате. Наткнулся на два...да, я любитель ангста.

Nightmare (Kanda, Allen)

NIGHTMARE
Kanda stood in the great hall. His empty eyes fixed on a coffin with black material on it. An exorcist coffin. HIS coffin.

How could this happen? He didn’t understand. No one did. They all thought that it would be like always. No matter how many injuries, he would smile to everyone...

This time he didn’t come back...

There was no smile...

Only emptiness.

The Japanese tried to protect himself from this pain. All those cold and cruel words he gave him, just to block his own feelings. This warm in his chest which made him feel scared. Kanda didn’t want to love him, because if he did, he would become weak.

Scared of loving him – scared of losing him.

Now - he lost him.

It was the moment he realized, that he loved him after all.

It fucking hurt so much, he could die.

Despite his inner torment, outside he remained cool and composed. Only his eyes might gave him out. But no one was looking him in the eyes. They were to busy crying...

Yuu closed his eyes.

As he did so, he saw the cursed boy. Grey eyes and white hair. Sweet little smile and tempting voice.

Moyashi...

Iie...

“ALLEN.”

The last thing he said aloud without realizing it. He was surprised to hear his own voice.

With this a single tear went down his cheek.

He wished he could turn back time.. Tell Allen all those things; show him what he really felt.

But he couldn’t...

Not now.

Not ever.

His greatest nightmare came true.

“I love you.”

Awash (Kanda, Allen)

Awash

by anza (31.07.06)

A "D.Gray-Man" fanfic

There was still a sip or two in the bottle; he drank them down all at once, throat contracting as the liquid splashed like liquid fire. It burned down, scalding his insides, coiling finally in the warming pit of his belly. Allen waited until he was finished, waited until hie eyes were just a little heavier than usual, his edge just a hair less alert, and then turned on the shower. It made a sick gurgling noise, chugging out brown/red water for a moment before it turned clear. It was another few minutes before it got hot, so Kanda watched as the other exorcist placed all bottles and soap and buckets and towels close to hand. He felt naked - both literally and figuratively - even in the face of Allen's obliviousness, his childish way of puttering around things that weren't his to poke at.

Nothing like the others who'd prodded into his past and almost gotten fingers, limbs or heads snapped off by his overreactive temper and the swift arc of Mugen. Usually a well-placed glare and the subtle shift as his fingers wrapped around the hilt of his sword scared off the more...romantically-notioned members of the female race, but for people like Lavi, Komui and Linali who hadn't stopped until he'd invocated his innocence and practically shoved it down their throats - well, that was just a sign of persistence. Especially on Lavi's part.

He expected Allen to be the same, but the silver-haired boy backed away. He knew fire when he saw it, and the cold fire of Kanda's anger was always burning, ice-edged and nitrogen-flavored. More cautious than most, he hung around the edges, curious but also aware. He was the type that would wait for Kanda to come to him, wait for the relationship to build on its own, through missions and bumping into each other in the halls, for the day when he could tentatively sit down across from the Japanese in the dining hall and receive nothing but the minimal baleful glare.

It was the next morning after their first mission together, and grimly the swordsman reflected all he'd been able to think about was the newness of his companion, the rawness of his power and the gentleness of his fingers as they'd taken the bandages off, bundled them and threw them into the wastebasket, then barely traced the worrying slash that stretched diagonally from shoulder to hip, fingers ghosting just above the bitter blood that spilled reluctantly from the reopening. Kanda badly needed a shower, even if it would hurt like hell, but there was no way he was getting on the train back to the whatever-safehouse Komui told them to scramble back to before some other, stronger akuma caught scent of them.

So here he was, sitting in a wooden chair propped conveniently over the bathroom drain, Allen preparing all sorts of shampoo and soaps and crap on the table like a sadist prepares his materials for his victims.

Well, he'd be damned if he would ever run to Allen begging for friendship. It was just preposterous. But seeing him now, humming just under his breath as he worked to fill the bin with warm water, testing it with just the tip of one finger, then slowly slipping his whole hand in to feel the temperature, Kanda grudgingly admitted it was damned hard to hate him. Of course, he was seeing the silver-haired exorcist after a nice night of sleep (once Toma got back from scrounging something to eat in the surrounding area that didn't consist of jerky, stale biscuits, and snow-melted water), cheerful enough to make Kanda queasy and optimistic enough to break the Millenium Earl, had he been taking a stroll through Allen's brain. They exchanged nothing but occasional pleasantries. Eventually, after the first sudsing and a round of curses that would have made Lavi cringe, Kanda reluctantly spat out, "Would you mind washing my hair as well?"

If Allen took on a group of akuma with that exprеssion, they would have fled from the sheer joyfulness that emanated from him. "Of course!" came the immediate answer.

Still, when Allen moved to face him after scrubbing his back, he felt distinctly uncomfortable. The other exorcist was soaked from the chest down, slacks and sleeves rolled up neatly. Again Kanda could see, even more clearly this time, how the material clung to the silver-haired exorcist, revealing the strong muscles that he'd built up from General Cross' mysterious instruction. Kanda was calling him a child out of spite, really, because he didn't want to admit there was another child-man in the Black Order who'd sold their souls for not a return penny. The combination of both the - he only admitted this scathingly and with very great reluctance even in his mind - strength and beauty of the person before him stirred something in him. Or rather, something stirred under the towel placed in his lap to hide his modesty.

His one comfort was that certainly Allen had to move in back of him and out of sight of his I-don't-even-want-to-say-it! when he had to wash his hair. For now he was contently shuffling shampoo and soap around, refilling the tin basin that would send water and soap running over his aching body, still humming under his breath. Kanda wished he would hum louder - he wanted to know if he knew the song, not that he would ever sing along - but after a moment the song dimmed until it disappeared completely under the Japanese's gaze. Allen turned, a little embarrassed look on his face. "Um," he begin intelligently, "do you need anything?"

Of course. He was cautious. That meant he could feel the hole Kanda was drilling into his back with the sheer potency of his glare.

"Water," he growled in response. Without a word Allen picked up the basin easily and began to tip it over his shoulder. The soap stung all at once when it entered the cut, and the Japanese hissed and sucked in breath and tried to regulate when he exhaled, until it was all over and Allen leaned over the back of the chair, over his shoulder to survey the damage (of which had been minimized, thank kami or God or whatever person had trained Allen), leaning right over so that when he breathed out a sigh of relief to see he hadn't done anything wrong, every hair on Kanda's arms stood up because that whuff of air hit right behind his ear, trickling down to warm his neck.

It's not on purpose he doesn't mean it It's not on purpose he doesn't mean it Oh goddammit why won't you just admit you wanted it to be on purpose?

"Juniper," the other said suddenly. Brilliant eyes blinked under the fringe of silver hair, and the swordsman felt more than a little confused at the turn of conversation.

"What?" he asked, nonplussed.

But Allen bent now, scrubbing at his legs, pausing briefly to roll his pants leg up a little more. Exposing just a little more of that pale, pale skin, water running down it, slipping down to trace the smooth curve of his lower leg, tracing it just so. And when the silver-haired exorcist bent down lower to pick up one foot, sponge slipping through the space between each toe, then scrubbing the bottom of the foot, Kanda leaned back a little, face upturned the ceiling as he tore his sight from the other exorcist kneeling right at that height - for -

His foot curled sharply, and Allen let go and stood, attentive to his moods. He wasn't sure if he was blushing, but after a moment where their eyes met - his eyes weren't really blue, they were so light they might be silver, what a strange color, not that everything else about Allen was normal, per say - Allen slowly bent again and sponged the other foot without incident. Kanda, wide-eyed and concentrating all attention on one point in the cracked tile in the floor just right of the other exorcist's bare foot, couldn't shut his eyes until Allen was safely behind, all temptation gone, finally.

Did the other sense something?

Allen tilted his head back carefully, shaking the ponytail out, running his hand through it a few times just to feel it. And then he was wetting it, and Kanda was watching the silver-haired exorcist's concentrated face from upside-down, admiring the backward hue of his eyes by the dim light of the dying electric lights. The other exorcist worked slower now, recognizing it wasn't every day that the Japanese was forced or even willing to let anyone else touch his hair.

No, he hadn't noticed anything.

There was a cool press of shampoo, and then the same same fingers that had killed akuma were rubbing in circular motions all over his head. It was all at once bewildering and relaxing. Slowly he could feel his alertness slipping away from him no matter how hard he tried, until he was leaning against the back of the chair, letting the parasite-type exorcist have his wicked way with his hair. Those fingers weren't too strong, weren't too sharp, weren't too weak, they just scratched and soothed in just the way a good shampooing should feel. Kanda had the sudden image of things all his worries flying away into the blue of the sky, and he was slowly being left without anything to hold him back from being as happy as he wanted to be.

Drowsily he said, "You're really good at this," before he could stop himself. Shit, that had come out really dreamily, hadn't it?

Allen didn't mind, though, just like he didn't mind many other things. "I used to wash General Cross' hair."

THAT was a turn-off. The Japanese felt indignant all of the sudden, indignant for Allen's childish innocence. What other things had that General made him do? Some of his distaste must have shown because the silver-haired exorcist laughed softly, and added, "Only when he was so drunk he couldn't move, and I'd have to drag him into the shower and do the same for him as I'm doing for you now." There was a way that he said the word you that made whoever he was talking to feel special, just for a moment. Kanda savored the favor, let it fly butterfly-light in his chest for a second, before he crushed it viciously. Such feelings were for weaklings.

"Hmph," he growled. The other exorcist made no reply.

But when those fingers left off massaging and picked up the water basin instead, Kanda felt a distinct sense of regret. Those fingers raked through his hair once or twice more before picking up the brush, slowly untangling the knots. That felt good too, and briefly, the Japanese closed his eyes. They snapped open again before it could seem like it was on purpose that he truly was enjoying someone else washing his hair for once, being pampered in such an obvious way. The brush was gently untangling a knot when Allen asked, "What do you usually wash your hair with?"

"Soap."

The brush stopped, scandalized. "S-soap?" And then Allen stifled what was very clearly a bout of laughter, because he was still snickering when he took brush to hair again. "It's nothing - just that General Cross would never allow anything but the best shampoo to touch his hair."

It was Kanda's turn to be silent. But inside, the butterflies were dancing again, because Allen had laughed at something he'd said. And children should laugh, he thought with a twinge of something like pity.

"But really," Allen continued after a moment, "you should take better care of your hair." The Japanese opened his mouth to snap back a sharp retort when the silver-haired exorcist's next words caught him.

"It's really beautiful, Kanda."

The mouth clamped back shut, and the Japanese pouted. It wasn't fair - wasn't fair that with four words, Kanda couldn't argue. Allen rinsed the hair through one more time, and then began to towel it vigorously. Halfway through, the Japanese took over, one-handedly drying his hair as Allen attempted to hide any attempt that they'd been there.

In the flurry of towel and hair, Kanda frowned, furious. It hadn't been a week since he'd met Allen Walker, yet already something in that boy struck a resonating chord in him. Perhaps a sympathetic one, given their same line of thankless work. He ran over the whole bath, remembering it with a more fierce blush, knowing the other exorcist wouldn't be looking. By the time he let the towel drop into his lap, hair in disarray, every emotion he'd felt was packed away, pressed delicately between the pages of the library in his head. They were unnecessary - but precious too, in the scant moments he had to look back over them.

"Walker," he barked, and the boy turned obediently, like a dog. "Thank you."

He expected a smile and a polite "You're welcome", but in a moment Allen was lunging towards him. The movement caught him off-balance and it was so sudden that he didn't have time to blink, only time enough to widen his eyes, hands gripping the towel in his hands, closing around it like a vice. It wasn't possibly, couldn't be possible that Allen was going to - ?

But the silver-haired exorcist stopped so they were cheek-to-cheek, and inhaled slowly. "Definitely juniper," he murmured, caught the bucket of shampoo and bathing materials with one careless hand, and beat a slippery retreat to the door. Kanda listened as the footsteps retreated to the very end of the corridor, and just knew there was a very confused, very bashful, and very blushy look on his face at the moment.

And of course, very thankful for the towel dropped strategically in his own lap.



Мало хороших фанфиков, ма-ло.




Рейджи,.... аригато за воскресенье...) было совсем неожиданно, но... очень приятно. Спасибо.)

@музыка: NewS - Change the world

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Глава про фотки

Просмотрел многа-всяких-фоток с последнего звонка, из театрального, со всяких посиделок...
я страшоооооон...х)

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Глава про Ньюсов, Евросеть и прочее

Все ж собрался и распечатал фотки News. Укаваился. Рёёё...

а потом нелегкая меня дернула все же идти в Евросеть и отдать телефончик в ремонт. Благо, документы я нашел. Краснея-бледнея я протянул им этот агрегат...-_- а потом меня послали за паспортом. А еще позже сказали, что его вообще могут снять с гарантии..из-за таких "механических повреждений" не, я виноват что ли, что эти кнопки были _резиновые_, а ногти у меня _длинные_ и _острые_. естесственно, что кнопки..того...-_- пока оформляли заявку, стоял и облизывался на брелочки для телефонов. Они все такие..милые..звездочки-четырехлистные клеверы и даже сердечки! да, они тоже были милые! блин...Т_Т но всего было так много, что выбрать невозможно. ну и пох. Это все унесу в своей памяти и буду этим дорожить. Но, черт возьми, что же меня так начало умилять от всяких белстящих побрекушек-сережек-подвесок-брелочков? -_-

Потом решился отнести карту со скидкой друзьям..я подло продержал ее у себя 2 недели..когда она им нужна была...какой я нихароший. У Даши в гостях была ее подруга. Гот. я как ее увидел...у меня-внутреннего челюсть долго пребывала на полу...черные волосы, черная кофта, черные брюки, к которым прицеплены..ээ...до пола прозрачная ткань (хз как это зовется) типа вуали. с одной стороны черная, с другой - белая...ааа...*_* так вот. достал я им показать распечатанные картинки с Ньюсами, в частности там был Томохиса, Рё и одна фотка со всей группой. Так она как увидела фотку с Рё, так аж запищала...я ее отдал, ибо она была в двух экземплярах. а уж на Томохису-Куросаги какая была реакция...*смеется* меня каваило просто! Это значительно подняло настроение.

Пока ждал Лину (до которой я все-таки дозвонился -_-) начал подмерзать. Поехали в "Мишкин дом", узнал, что там да как. Что-то поредели ряды мишек Т_Т а эти два с рюмками и шампанским - такие кавайные! Узнал, что есть там все же большие мишки, что радует.

Мило было наблюдать, как Лина подбирала с пола пальто, чтобы оно не застряло между ступеней эскалатора.

Еле дождались маршрутки. Доехали. Весь день гоняю песенки с сингла "Taiyou no namida", особенно "Bambina" - она попсова, но просто замечательна.

Наконец-то позвонили по поводу шторок. значит, завтра мне вставать в шесть утра..-_-

@музыка: Smash!! - Talk to me

@настроение: tsukarete imasu~....

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Глава про Страшилки и тому подобное

Кажется, я сегодня то ли перенервничал, то ли слишком много буянил...мужик я или где??? ><````` бля то ли слишком яро реагирую.

Странно почему-то...но небо было светлое.

А вот после "Фаренгейта" мне теперь будет страшно лежать в комнате, в темноте...Т_Т блин, люди, предупреждайте хоть, во что вы собрались играть, когда к вам приходят гости!

Рад, что увиделись с Нэко и Баром. Рад за них)

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Глава про ...

Внезапно внутри образовалась такая пустота...

@темы: Глупости

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Lyrics: NewS - With me

夜を見上げて　まわる星空　君はどこにいるの？
聞こえないよね　届いているの？　泣いた星に話かける

Cry with me 　Smile with me 　感じて　ずっと
Pray with me 　そばにいたいから　心　ひとつに

闇に抱かれて　水面に揺れる　君はなにしてるの？
まわりの音に　流されてるの？　繋いだ手を離さないで

Stay with me　Share with me　信じて　ずっと
Come with me　今は遠くても　未来　ひとつに

この距離がふたりの　想う心を　奪うのは　やめてほしい
君に会えるときを　いつも夢見てるよ

Cry with me 　Smile with me 　感じて　ずっと
Pray with me 　そばにいたいから　心　ひとつに

Stay with me　Share with me　信じて　ずっと
Come with me　今は遠くても　未来　ひとつに


心　ひとつに

romanji

Yoru wo miagete Mawaru hoshizora Kimi wa doko ni iru no?
Kikoenai yo ne Todoiteiru no? Naita hoshi ni hanashi kakeru

Cry with me Smile with me Kanjite Zutto
Pray with me Soba ni itai kara Kokoro Hitotsu ni

Yami ni dakarete Minamo ni yureru Kimi wa nani shiteru no?
Mawari no oto ni Nagasareteru no? Tsunaida te wo hanasanai de

Stay with me Share with me Shinjite Zutto
Come with me Ima wa tooku temo Mirai Hitotsu ni

Kono kyori ga futari no Omou kokoro wo Ubau no wa Yamete hoshii
Kimi ni aeru toki wo Itsumo yume miteru yo

Cry with me Smile with me Kanjite Zutto
Pray with me Soba ni itai kara Kokoro Hitotsu ni

Stay with me Share with me Shinjite Zutto
Come with me Ima wa tooku temo Mirai Hitotsu ni

Kokoro Hitotsu ni

english

As I look up into the night at the starry sky that keeps changing, I wonder, where are you now?
You can't hear me, but I wonder if it'll reach you? I cried as I spoke to the stars

I'll always be aware of you when you cry with me, smile with me
Pray with me, I want to be by your side; I want our hearts to become as one

I embrace the darkness and sway upon the water's surface; What are you doing where you are?
Will the surrounding sounds flow to where you are? I won't let go of your hand that I'm holding

Stay with me, let's share everything together; And let's always believe in each other
Come with me, Even though we're far apart now, in the future, we'll be together

I wish that this distance would stop stealing away our mutual love for each other
Whenever I meet you, it's always only in my dreams

I'll always be aware of you when you cry with me, smile with me
Pray with me, I want to be by your side; I want our hearts to become as one

Stay with me, let's share everything together; And let's always believe in each other
Come with me, Even though we're far apart now, in the future, we'll be together

Our hearts will become one

@музыка: NewS - With Me

@темы: News, lyrics