"What is human?" In the darkness of the night under the moonlit sky, you asked me. In the beautiful night, you are the most outstanding.

That's how I see you. Beauty of the darkness. A tearless, tearful french doll who never smiles. I think about me, and answer, "Weakness."

I hate myself. Weak. Ugly. This is how humans are. What is life? But made up of regrets, pains, and delights. Regrets, pains of the past and present, delight in the joy of knowing you. Like a seashell on the seashore. A lone seashell who never smiles. Isolated. Fragile.

Just like any human afterall.

In the blizzard, the night full of tears.

"What is human?"

***

"What is living?" Bathed in the blood red the sunset emits, you asked me. In the beauty of the crimson, you are the most outstanding.

That's how I see you. Beauty of the blood. A flow against the crowds, a blue china doll who never smiles. I think about me, and answer, "Meaningless."

I hate my life. Meaningless. Useless. This is how humans live. What is life? But made up of short moments of eternity. Short moments to savour for eternity when I will be gone. A moment just for eternity. Sweet. Gone.

I can still taste your lips.

Among the cherry blossoms, the unspoken dream of living.

"What is living?"

***

"What is beauty?" In the normalness of the afternoon, you asked me. In the flatness of the day you are the most refreshing.

That's how I see you. Beauty of the coolness. A ice cube surviving in lukewarm water. I think about me, and answer, "You."

I mean it. You. Beloved. This is what I see. What is beauty? Without you, there is dullness. Without your presence for me to behold, I cannot see beauty. Your beauty is all beauty in my eyes. Blue. Cold.

Your eyes hold me tight.

In the coffeeshop, beauty in dullness.

"What is beauty?"

***

"What is love?" In the sweetness of the sunrise, you ask me. In the hopefulness of the day you are the most depressing.

That's how I see you. Beauty to be savored forever. But now who is going to be gone. I think about me, and answer, "Stupidity."

I think it. Stupidity. Pain. This is what I see. What is love? Nothing but pain without your beauty. As your eyelids slide close forever, I feel pain. Stupidity is bringing pain on oneself. Gone. Away.

You lie in the crimson.

In the hope, you are death.

"... ..."

***

"What is human? What is living? What is beauty?.... What is love?"

The first three, now, I will still have the same answers. But now, I realise many things. Just some time is enough to take me through. Love... Is for you. Forever, in my, our sight. And now...

 Now, I see nothing without your beauty, I feel nothing but pain night and day. You are gone from me.

The blizzard still falls.

I take my knife...

"Mana, kimi o aishiteru."

"... ..."
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Notes: This is Gackt. ^-^ ...... I loooooove Bel air.

Tuesday, somewhere in Oct. I think...

~hidoko

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