To Zanarukand
So it ends, when all will begin
Before, if I must force
The final strength, the endless song
To toss away what lance of burden
That once pierced what peril for wisdom,
Wiping clean all dust of ponder
But only be blinded by what radiance be hidden
To leave behind, then retrieve once more
What lurking spirit that haunts all thrilling legends.
Freezing cold from campfire of gold
Sightless eyes, of no shape and size
Should we have known, why no doubt be told,
As water and soil for a garden of bloom
When stories be planted to mythologies in tune
Yet I wish it never be
Should many glitters from crystalline tears
Be harvested after what impossible yet true.
Then, if I may proceed,
Of altar and prayer, of thoughts as thorns,
Even to compress what espresso just brewed,
Thus I be sacrificed, If I must stand out,
To spill, to gorge
In dripping words pure without imagination.
(Final Fantasy X "To Zanarukand" by Nobuo Uematsu)
2006/4/8
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Let not a drop of desire
Disturb the heart in ripples
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