title: a silent letter
author: chasm; translation by hidoko Matsumoto
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comments: I asked for permission before, I think. Anyway I have no idea what I was gunna do with this; anyway here it is, spelling errors, grammatical errors and all. >_<; The original is a zillion times prettier; it reflects the feeling of the world and that song very well. 

The original author is chasm from China.

Comments would be welcome. *goes back to eating porridge*


C: Ladies and Gentlemen, this group of five- L'Arc~en~Ciel & Sakura - shall step onto the path to the search of truth. Before departure, let's listen to what they have to say to all of us.
(Trying to pass the mike, the five of them glance at each other, hyde unwillingly holds out his hand)

H: nnn... ... This journey bears an important meaning to us... ... nn... ...

T: Soon we'll be able to see all our friends around the world, I feel very happy.
 
K: heh heh.

Y: (smiles shyly, nodding his head a little)

S: (che, where does so much crap come from)

The five of them jump into a convertible and disappear in a cloud of dust.

C: Audiences, please remember this moment. No matter where they go to, they will never return. God protects those who don't believe in God, amen.
  

CAST:

H-HYDE 

K-KEN 

S-SAKURA 

T-TETSU 

Y-YUKIHIRO 

Real tour series' A SILENT LETTER
  by chasm, translated by hidoko Matsumoto

H and T both grew up in the same town. This town is yet to be urbanized, it bears fresh air, clear streams, while it lacks materialistic and greedy hearts.

From young, H loved to lie on the vast grassy fields to watch the night sky. That ghostly blue color of the night stretched unnaturally; it seemed to have the power to absorb everything. The silvery-white moonlight glowed and faded, almost as if it was telling a tale of the human's world since long ago. Sometimes H would close his eyes, his body slightly curling up, and he felt himself float gently, along with the unending whirlpool. Dewdrops dampened his clothes without his knowing. At this time, H's heart was filled with nostalgia; how much he hoped that someone could share this wondrous miracle with him. He picked up his drawing pencil.

When H was 18, T entered the Osaka school. T told H, "one day you will succeed, I believe my foresight; at that time, let me be your manager." H nodded somewhat shyly, his large eyes shining with the colored radiance of dreams, so innocently. H carried his artist's folder and left home with T.

Everyone has to pay for their existence.

T took up a few jobs after school; canvas, pencils, pastels were so expensive to them. H looked for jobs everywhere, but he failed many times. He heard others' evaluation of him: never have seen such a beautiful person, but he doesn't have any diploma, and lacks the strength; he's but an empty shell with no use. He should have known; he had never stepped onto the main road to the future.

After that, H, with his only 'fine point' that others could see, went to the bar to work as a waiter at night. For this T had a fight with him for the first time, in truth he only hated his helplessness.

Every night, H faced all sorts of people who took out their suits, loosened their ties, and were no longer dressed prim and proper. He saw the lost ones, the angry ones, the sharp ones, the defiling ones, the sorrowful ones, the lonely ones... ... Under the faint lights, on the shadow-ridden faces. Some of them studied him with a naked desire, and kept finding chances to caress him. He told himself, this is already not scary; they will never touch my inner heart.

During that period of time, in H's body something was always wanting to break out. But he had to start working at six in the night to six in the dusk; in the day he returned to classes, everyday he was tired out. That hand which held the brush started to tremble, onto the canvas it smudged corrupted lines. He didn't know how he should have conveyed that thing which bloated inside him; he was scared that he would suddenly forget.

Still, H's artistic skills started to mature day by day. His art brought some income, and situations got better. He quit his job at the bar, but frequently stared thoughtlessly into the canvas, until one day he met S in the streets.

S had black clothes, black hair, and black pupils; when he smiled, white even teeth showed.

S said, "I know you, H, I know your true beauty. I can help you, but on one condition, and that is after potraying your heart's image, you must come with me."

H's eyes were fixated on S. In S's eyes were glittering stars.

H's face was tear-streaked.

H didn't care about T's opposition and moved over to S's place. In S's eyes were glittering stars.

H woke in the morning light, mischieviously pinching S's, who was by his side, nose. S suddenly opened his eyes, H retreated in surprise, grinning idiotically.

H asked, "why did you say that I'm beautiful?"

S caressed H's warm face, whispering in his ear, "like an apple."

H laughed until tears were almost dropping out, "Couldn't you have used a better comparison?"

S bit onto H's neck, mumuring, "There is no other that is as suitable. You know, if a shining apple isn't cherished, it will start to rot from the core, with a little worm inside chewing slowly."

H tilted his head thoughtfully, and both eyes rolled to reveal a mischievous hint, "Different, I can eat the worm."

S said, "are you sure?"

"Of course I can," H lifted his face.

H lived with S for three years. Under S's good-natured bearings, H opened his heart and had nothing to fear while he melted into the art; from his pen those weird notes seemed to flow with life.

After T graduated, he fulfilled his promise and became H's manager, trying to set up chances for galleries. H's art was slowly becoming viewed in other's eyes.

One night, S said he was going to bring H to a most wonderful place. S covered H's eyes, led him to a multi-leveled balcony, towards a field, and let H lie down. H tugged at S's sleeves, in the end both of them fell down. The cloth which covered H's eyes fell loose; in that moment the entire nightsky entered H's eyes, as if it was within reach. The night's breaths turmoiled, old while mysterious, with an invisible strength it travelled into the deepest part of the body.

When H stood up and turned, S's eyes were filled with glittering stars.

That night, H completed the most important and satisfying work. S held H's quiviring shoulders, "We should be leaving now."

"But, what about T?"

"There is no 'but'," S said.

"Please give me more time," H knew that S wouldn't refuse.

H brought his art to see T, T was ecstatic. T exclaimed while shaking H, "Your long-lived wish is about to be fulfiled. The scene in your eyes will be conveyed to the heart of countless of people. Tomorrow, I will bring this piece to the gallery, you will go with me. After this, we'll really be busy."

H nodded hesitantly.

S's shadow suddenly appeared behind T, smiling like always, a surge of light blue fire emerging from his mouth.

H's face turned white. "No," H called out, "Sorry, T, I have to go with S tomorrow."

"S?" T repeated, not understanding.

"S who lives with me, you've seen him, you said when he smiled it seemed as if he didn't care about anything, and you hated him."

"Who? Didn't you always live next door?"

H turned and ran, in front of his eyes blue flames were swaying, devouring S's figure bit by bit. S's eyes were filled with glittering stars.

Disappeared, the art room dissapperaed, the condominium disappeard, S disappeared... ... Reality disappeared.

H stood in space.

"Why? why has it turned out like this? Don't I have the right to get everything? Whose rules are these?" H asked, without any answer; there was of course no answer.

H crawled onto the roof balcony, where the starry nightsky was the same. He spread his arms; in his palms were emptiness, his fingertips started to turn transparant.  

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(hido's note: because of translation problems, I shall post my own translation of the lyrics as well; in the original was a Chinese translation of the lyrics. Don't plagarise this one.)

A Silent Letter English translation 
Done by hidoko Matsumoto 
Fingertips are already unable to reach 
To the faraway night sky 
Letting go of the glittering stars 
I'll set (them) free 

Stay with me  until arriving at sleep 
Don't let gentle hands separate from me 
Like the time of childhood when I got lost as a kid, isn't it? 

Today having opened the window 
I heard the footsteps of the season 
ahh, your gestures and smiling face are 
...My everything 

Stay with me  What should I have done? 
Unable to see those gentle eyes 
Goodbye is... 
Like the time of childhood when I got lost as a kid, isn't it? 

...I have been thinking about you 

Dear my love  Even the faraway sea 
Able to cross  In this heart 
Even if the days of tempest pass by again, I'm already not scared 
Are you feeling  Through the waves, I look up (admire?) 

The star's whirlpool is beautiful, isn't it? 
Goodbye is... 
Like the time of childhood when I got lost as a kid, isn't it? 

Thanks to rei for checking (the lyrics)