Hijikata would look right at home in the middle of a storm of blossoms. Each fallen petal was strikingly beautiful, in defiance of the tragic end they would surely face. Hijikata, with his unshakable devotion to the samurai way, shone as brilliantly and beautifully as any cherry blossom.
Tag: my love
I gave you my music, made your song take wing
And now, how you’ve repaid me, denied me and betrayed me
He was bound to love you, when he heard you sing…
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You will curse the day you did not do
All that the Phantom asked of you!
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I’m glad I became a human.
“The artist sees what nature hides.”
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