in the memory of.
you definitely should know, Isabelle.
that one day i will disappear from your life.
after that, you can never reach me.
i am not giving you home, hope, belief or aims.
i will be proud if one day all the words, i have said
you will turn into opposite and prove me wrong..
yes,
you were not raising me. you were fixing me.
and you fixed in the way, you only could have.
i have been thinking, why can not we be always with our masters.
why we separate, often become rival and actually become stronger.
just to prove wrong. why it has been always like this since the first.
probably, the weak is the one, who thinks
that always being together leads to the point where you know asnwers.
where you learned all the answers in advance and can always ask more.
with that, you can never become yourself, but the reflection of someone.
and then the decay starts.
that always being together leads to the point, where you want to
dedicate all your life to your master. when actually this dedication
has nothing more than the will to be praised by your master.
then the time comes, when all the paths are not choosing by you.
i now think, there are people who share happiness in such existence.
i now think, they are the most chained, shallow, weak and low ones.
following does not have the meaning of repeating.
following is to rebel, deny and shout out yourself.
i have someone, who is raising me. where raising is protecting.
an excessive care and where you do not separate two into one.
hearts, bodies, thoughts are coming as one.
i had someone, who fixed me. where fixing is showing direction.
i am looking forward to refinedly build myself in a precious form.
now i can prove you the half of your lies, be proud of me sensei.
little much more to control the ocean within myself.
i could have said - i want to become (like) you. be proud of me.
i would say - i will never become you. i will be my own queen.
be proud of your girl, sensei. that is what i can return back then.
see me on the stage, be proud. that i could have proven you wrong.
i have never seen someone, better in teaching that you.
that was the february, we met....
by the way, Oikumena had my brains.
have some definite remarks towards that queen, but.
adorable. some moments are an elegy in b-moll.
the depth of the ocean.
there are no seven thousand oceans.
there is one and only ocean within. always the same.
形は違うー。
if i could reach you ever after, i would write only one word.
halfway. towards the depth of oceans, towards the crown,
towards the first meaning of the once n forever water change.
there are no seven thousand oceans.