Comte De Monte Cristo

Here rests the thoughts of an immortal, making of what the world hath thrown at him.

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"My dear count," cried Morcerf, "you are at fault--you, one of the most formidable logicians I know--and you must see it clearly proved that instead of being an egotist, you are a philanthropist. Ah, you call yourself Oriental, a Levantine, Maltese, Indian, Chinese; your family name is Monte Cristo; Sinbad the Sailor is your baptismal appellation, and yet the first day you set foot in Paris you instinctively display the greatest virtue, or rather the chief defect, of us eccentric Parisians,--that is, you assume the vices you have not, and conceal the virtues you possess."

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Shounen Jidai (Childhood Days)



To read the japanese lyrics(if you have problems with it) please go to View>Character Encoding>More Encodings>East Asian> Japanese(Shift_JIS)

Title: 少年時代

夏が過ぎ 風あざみ
誰のあこがれに さまよう
青空に残された 私の心は夏模様

夢が覚め 夜の中
永い冬が 窓を閉じて
呼びかけたままで
夢はつまり 想い出のあとさき

夏まつり 宵かがり
胸のたかなりに あわせて
八月は夢花火 私の心は夏模様

目が覚めて 夢のあと
長い影が 夜にのびて
星屑の空へ
夢はつまり 想い出のあとさき

夏が過ぎ 風あざみ
誰のあこがれに さまよう
八月は夢花火 私の心は夏模様

English Translation

As the summer passes, with thistles in the wind
Yearning for someone, I wander
Left behind in the blue sky,
My heart is a pattern of summer

Waking from a dream in the night,
The long winter closing windows tight
I keep calling out, filled with dreams inside
Before and after the memory

Summer festivals, bonfires in the night
To my fast beating heart,
August is dream of fireworks
And my heart is a pattern of summer

Awakening after the dream,
The long shadows extend to the stardust sky
Filled with dreams inside,
Before and after the memory

As the summer passes, with thistles in the wind
Yearning for someone, I wander
August is a dream of fireworks,
And my heart is a pattern of summer

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Fantastic song, bring back many nice memories that I would love to relive again. My childhood was one with dreams and I couldn't wait to grow up. Now that im older, I wished I stayed at that age where innocence was all and time didn't matter. Well, its over and onwards to other things... Life is realistic, and idealism is fatality.

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