“Yes, this is … feather angel feathers.” She replied with a smile, but I was able to clearly feel the loneliness and sadness in her heart.
it know?
“I do not know.”
I heard the angel on the temple that houses the city, I have been in this long and lonely journey go a very long time. Was like a crazy time imprisoned birds in general, every day I looked at the sky from blue to black and then from black to blue, burst into tears. Desolate, confused, lonely … they like the thorns around me, and then the blood in my wanton unrestrained growth of bloom known as “pain” of bright red flowers; this time cut petals and aroma is exceptionally harsh, turned into a nightmare Man my heart on the inside wall of the heart into a beautiful pattern on the spread. Year after year.
I also in the loss of memory “that day.” Ever since “that day” I fell to the street, loss of memory began, travel seems to be my duty.
Chapter Two:
body and mind are tired out by a hole like the general, losing all the effort. Involuntarily, I stood on the roadside to the gloomy tree, you want to get proper rest.
“time to stop? This is … …”
But … …
Atonement Part
“This is feathers,” she slowly out of the hands of the feather I said, “It is not the world the feathers of any bird, it will guide you. “
but also of the lonely road.
In order to fill the empty hearts, to find what I lost as travel.
It is a journey, a spread to the front of the confused, lonely desolate wind was only the journey.
although obviously I do not know who can at the moment but I feel I really miss, really miss.
and later, I finally really found the time I stopped. Like magic so that the same man, not old fool. Furofushi … Although often be heard in fairy tales and legends, is yearning, but when it really happen to them only when they know that not a happy thing. Can not stay in one place, there is no end, no fetters can not be worried about the people, or things can only continue to travel, to live a so-called repeat the days of exile. Former friends, who all had close earlier than I left this world. Such a life, not end, there is no happiness.
I have been on this journey to go a very long time. I do not know where this journey is, when starting. My memory has been a very thick dust cover.
So find time to seal my angel, long and may never be the end of the journey, from that moment on.
“than any bird feathers?”
miss playing with the music, while searching for something lost, forever … … way to travel to travel, but also for how long?
Once again, I close my eyes, was silent.
Although live for hundreds of years, but my memory is always a huge gap, numerous light poured go, but only endless undercurrent out. Friends around, close to the animals, and even strangers are only rubbing shoulders long gone, so quietly, quietly disappeared in the end of my memories.
gently hugged character Drew piano, placed in the lap, and then I closed my eyes.
angel feathers … … is not it.
But even a dream, no one would give me answer.
surprise, however, the wind moving the trees, put my heart back over the boundaries of reality.
“looking for angels, who let you find the time to stop the angels.”
seems to have come so far.
Although saved my magic to make it this way, but I do not know it is not true.
Although not remember the origin of the journey, but I seem to remember everything from the “day” began. “That day”, I seem to have lost something, something even I do not know, but some very important things.
Maybe.
those gorgeous nightmare from the surrounding darkness coming to me, it is ice cold, made me very attached. In the long and lonely journey countless night, they are my only companion. I put them on a stand out in the keys to a beautiful gesture to melt the notes, and then disperses in the air.
sky shed light numerous fragments.
“ah, remember?” ear appears to contain the wind who voice. It is a girl voice.
the beloved character Drew piano placed in the tree side, I sat down leaning against a tree gently. Solidification of the tree as if the cool and pure in my eyes on the tree of the same moment diffuse into my body, and then spread from the chest, the condensate into a nightmare for countless gorgeous.
also at this time, I heard the urban legend about the angel.
fingers naturally accompanied by a nightmare for the music score beating on the keyboard, play up a very old, very beautiful song.
Chapter Zero:
So, I embarked on a journey, looking for angels, lonely journey.
“day” is over how long? Decades? Hundreds of years? Or longer? I do not know, do not remember.
although do not know why, but I just have such a feeling: it sounds, seems to me the most precious thing.
through gloomy woods, read the expanse of ocean, traversing the soil of the kingdom, the kingdom of the wind, the fire of the country, water country, no companions, no stay. This is my journey, a man, and lonely journey.
them to gentle gesture of tearing it all Jieao darkness, through the gap between the leaves, falling and broke, and then into a moist and warm air. Lighting the way in the forest progressively soft and mottled carved out under the shade of a tree turned into a brilliant scene.
but perhaps in their subconscious, I put his real name might also be used to call their own.
“Your time has stopped,” Magic is trying to gently hold me up, with unlimited soft voice. The strange thing is though I am I was in her arms but her voice was like a misty dream, Lan seems to fog from the other side of the sky coming to my mind immersive.
Chapter One:
certainly not ordinary feathers.
though has been so long, it is still as when I first saw it as too dazzling white. Long time, it seems the body can not leave any traces.
But I know it is also limited to the case.
“That day”, holding me down in the street, is a magic never seen so beautiful. I open my eyes and found himself back in her arms. Slowly move your attention, I look to the beauty of magic who makes, watching her red hair in the wind, full of fantasy gentle shaking breath, as if to stop time in weaving a beautiful dream. My body below, is a stone with the demonic manipulation of instruments, that is my character Drew piano; and my left hand, is a white feather. Get some dazzling white, very pure. Tightly holding feathers, I was so down in the street, down in my character Drew on piano. Familiar people from the surrounding talk, I just learned that he was seriously injured, a limited life … and I was not impressed, even without any defects or hazy picture of the words.
brilliant traces of bears endless warmth. Both sides of the road scene is unknown, but it is familiar around the temperature set foot on this road since I have been very familiar with the temperature.
of course, feathers are not the answer.
an end, I opened my eyes, gazed through the leaves of the gap the sky.
sky splinter along my line of sight down, and then melted in my pupil. I am motionless, so this one to thinking in addiction was a perfect blue.
“Whether you like, willing or not, you must have been living in eternity,” she continued, with tears soaked atmosphere of the voice.
Nevertheless, when I silently turned over the heavy books, mind inexplicably made a decision.
fingers playing with feathers, and I said to himself.
very lonely very lonely, very painful very painful, but it still can not stop the journey. I tried to stay in a city, but for me the near future, the body is not open card bank credit card annual fee reminders as received while a friend, familiar markets are gradually gradually toward a grand death. More pain into flood, the impact of collisions on the fate of the rock parting out the spark. So I left.
I do not know, I do not know … …
its name is “Buddha Di frontier town”, is said to be located in the “land of the country,” Kula Dinu border, and it is inconceivable that the map It is not even on the shadow. Whether the country is the wind, the fire of the country, water or soil of the nation state on the map are not the name.
Kula Bies, my name, I do not even know if this is my real name. To replace the memory of their passing in the name, put the title was given to his own thought. Kula Biscay, but I like the name at this moment only.
remember, remember … … the heart has a huge black hole swallowed my memory in the dark. Loss of memory, and also lost the “something” … This is almost never-ending journey, really, when they return to end?
“You will understand, because … the fate of the wheel, has begun to turn up.”
quietly, I pulled out from her white feathers Flanagan.
do not know another few hundred years, the sky is still so clear and bright clean it? And my journey will continue for several centuries without end? I want to ask.
my journey will end where is it?
because I have lost memory of the past.