Now

I'm becoming obsessed
I'll haunt you endlessly

Until...

Do I really want that?
Wasn't that something...

I would never do?

That a**

jaja bueno no xD



That dreamy green hair...

...sigh...

I feel like a schoolgirl again...

...sigh...

are?

¡¿qué estas haciendo de tu vida?!
¿porqué te empeñas en crear caos?

tan aburrida estas, ¿no?
nada te dura, todo lo desechas

Busca

En las calles, el transporte público
gente, gente, gente, gente

Partiendo de despedidas,
llegando de encuentros,
arribando a sus destinos
buscan, buscan, buscan

Día y noche, sin parar
Todos buscan, pierden,
encuentran, pierden...

Y parece ser lo normal,
lo de a diario, lo que debe ser

No lo entiendo, y no quiero buscar nunca.

Final Act

"Do you really have to leave?"

"I promised. The people I love, are waiting."

"...I don't understand. Not at all. But...please take care of yourself."

"Of course...I'll come back to you. Even if you don't promise to wait. I'll return knowing you'll be here."

LOVELESS

LOVELESS

Final Fantasy: Crisis Core

Prologue
When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end The goddess descends from the sky Wings of light and dark spread afar She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting

Act I

Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess We seek it thus, and take to the sky Ripples form on the water's surface The wandering soul knows no rest

Act II

There is no hate, only joy For you are beloved by the goddess Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul Pride is lost Wings stripped away, the end is nigh

Act III

My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow No matter where the winds may blow My friend, your desire Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess Even if the morrow is barren of promises, Nothing shall forestall my return.

Act IV

My friend, the fates are cruel There are no dreams, no honor remains The arrow has left the bow of the goddess My soul, corrupted by vengeance Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey In my own salvation And your eternal slumber Legend shall speak Of sacrifice at world's end The wind sails over the water's surface Quietly, but surely

Act V*
Even if the morrow is barren of promises, Nothing shall forestall my return. To become the dew that quenches the land To spare the sands, the seas, the skies I offer thee this silent sacrifice