My tình yêu so beautifully bound in robes of scarlet hue
With nails so black scraping away at rotting church pews
I tell bạn I tình yêu bạn thêm than myself
But to understand, from me bạn shall receive neither money nor wealth
What bạn tìm kiếm for is not emotion hoặc passion, it’s much thêm precise
It’s the golden fortune which comes with a price
So bạn take the deal and strike my head
Your beating heart, now made of lead
Allow me the peace of mind to soften the last deadly blow
Perhaps this is how our story ends of bạn the Raven and I the Crow
(Crows and Ravens, in European legends are known to symbolize death)
With nails so black scraping away at rotting church pews
I tell bạn I tình yêu bạn thêm than myself
But to understand, from me bạn shall receive neither money nor wealth
What bạn tìm kiếm for is not emotion hoặc passion, it’s much thêm precise
It’s the golden fortune which comes with a price
So bạn take the deal and strike my head
Your beating heart, now made of lead
Allow me the peace of mind to soften the last deadly blow
Perhaps this is how our story ends of bạn the Raven and I the Crow
(Crows and Ravens, in European legends are known to symbolize death)
I will remember bạn always.
Will bạn remember me?
That is a câu hỏi for bạn to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
bạn will always be in my heart.
For I know that bạn will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every một phút of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the ngọn lửa, chữa cháy
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
Will bạn remember me?
That is a câu hỏi for bạn to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
bạn will always be in my heart.
For I know that bạn will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every một phút of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the ngọn lửa, chữa cháy
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
It all started 100 years ago...
There was a great clan, Yochi Clan. They kept balance of the Earth. The Enkai, hoặc Ocean Clan, Riku, hoặc Land Clan, and the Sora, hoặc Sky Clan. There were 6 from each clan, chosen to defend Earth.
There Family names:
Wanizame = Enkai
Suppai = Enkai
Tategami = Riku
Nikushimi = Riku
Karasu = Sora
Inago = Sora
They took a pledge to defend the Earth and it's beauties. Until...
Suppai, Nikushimi, and Inago joined a evil organization that threatened the Earth years ago...
Yami Teikoku Boruto
HOW COULD bạn DO THIS!!!!????
They put them selves in stasis so they could attack Earth at a later time. But the Giải cứu thế giới put themselves in stasis, too....
There was a great clan, Yochi Clan. They kept balance of the Earth. The Enkai, hoặc Ocean Clan, Riku, hoặc Land Clan, and the Sora, hoặc Sky Clan. There were 6 from each clan, chosen to defend Earth.
There Family names:
Wanizame = Enkai
Suppai = Enkai
Tategami = Riku
Nikushimi = Riku
Karasu = Sora
Inago = Sora
They took a pledge to defend the Earth and it's beauties. Until...
Suppai, Nikushimi, and Inago joined a evil organization that threatened the Earth years ago...
Yami Teikoku Boruto
HOW COULD bạn DO THIS!!!!????
They put them selves in stasis so they could attack Earth at a later time. But the Giải cứu thế giới put themselves in stasis, too....
I'm cheerful on the outside yes, but under this huge hyperfilled, cheerful girl is a fragile antique.
On the outside some see me as normal hoặc energetic maybe the one táo, apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to hiển thị the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man tiếp theo to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
On the outside some see me as normal hoặc energetic maybe the one táo, apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to hiển thị the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man tiếp theo to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.