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12 : - K - 【http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tRr8Pmv0IQ8】
*In this story,the lonly black cat and a painteran artist.

Artist: Bump of Chicken
Title: K
Words: Fujiwara Motoh
Music: Fujiwara Motoh

1. a black cat walks the big weekend avenue
holding the curled tail it prides itself on majestically,
because of how it looked, the cat was detested.
people threw stones at its body,
which melted into the darkness

2. the cat got used to being alone,
in fact, it wanted to be
it was too much bother to feel for others
it was just such a cat that the young painter took in his arms
'what a lovely little 'un tonight. we're quite alike you and I'

+ struggling in his arms,
the cat frantically scratched away
an escape route called loneliness.

* it ran, and ran
still unable to trust the first kindness
the first warmth of its whole life

but no matter how far it ran
the stranger followed close behind.

3. and so, it came to be the cat and the young painter's second winter together.
the painter gave his friend a name 'Lucky Black' Holy Night
his sketchbook was mostly black colors
the cat too, found itself closer to its first friend,
and nestling up to him, but then one day,

++ its godfather, fallen ill from his life of poverty,
wrote one last letter and told the cat:

** 'run, run and bring this to her,
the girl who awaits the homecoming,
of this boy who ran off with dreams in his head. '

pictures of a bad luck black cat never sold,
but still, you drew only me
hence, you grew cold, and with determination I took the letter

(guitar solo)

the black cat ran along the mountain road,
in the snow holding the promise it made to its deceased friend in its mouth.
and the children threw rocks 'look, its the servant of the devil!'
it doesn't matter what they call me,
I have a name they can't take away!

Holy Night, he called me "Holy Night!".
He called me Holy Night, (*1) with all of the kindness and warmth he had.
perhaps there's a reason one as detested as I was born,
maybe I was born for what I must do today,
I'll run as far as I have to!

+++ he arrived at his friend's birthplace.
It was only a few miles to his lover's place

*** he ran, he fell, now covered by wounds
no time to even stand up again,
the jeers and violence
I mustn't lose! I'm Holy Night!
dragging his arms and legs that were about to fall off,
he took off running again, I've found it! This is the house!

The lover who read the letter buried the motionless cat in the garden...adding one letter to its name
she buried her Holy Knight.