Happy birthday, I sing. Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to her. To us all, in a way, to what we’ve left. One thousand candles sit on my cake, a bright vanilla with blueberry frosting. And on the other, chocolate with red frosting, there are also a thousand candles. Each signifies a year of my life. I never thought that it’d be like this, really. Sitting under the ‘warm’ light of the ‘sun’, with this ‘human’ body, on a picnic blanket. The crisp smell of summertime, the chirping of birds, perhaps a light drizzle if I willed it to be so. Crickets, rustling leaves, grass, that same red and white pattern on the blanket I remembered… My own eternal slice of paradise---able to feel such a thing myself, how lucky… Running my hands through my light brown hair, staring harmlessly at the ‘sun’-- What a quaint, quiet scene. What was it like out there, I wondered? I already knew the answer. I had nothing except this, and my own memories. The moon, the stars, and the sun. A man striving toward the moon, a woman embodying the stars, and a girl with passion as hot as the sun. It’d been centuries. *Will I ever see you three again?*
There’s an animation of her to the original song- so this is perfect!
Do you know if anny reacted to it?
@@hiroshiarturolopezsashida6071she has indeed!
@@haphaxion oh really? Do you have a link to the clip or something? I can’t seem to find it
@@hiroshiarturolopezsashida6071 i'm guessing its this ua-cam.com/video/yHY05a-N96A/v-deo.html
@@hiroshiarturolopezsashida6071 WHERES THE CLIP
Needed to hear this. I missed the first few minutes of stream
Happy birthday, I sing. Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to her. To us all, in a way, to what we’ve left.
One thousand candles sit on my cake, a bright vanilla with blueberry frosting. And on the other, chocolate with red frosting, there are also a thousand candles. Each signifies a year of my life.
I never thought that it’d be like this, really. Sitting under the ‘warm’ light of the ‘sun’, with this ‘human’ body, on a picnic blanket. The crisp smell of summertime, the chirping of birds, perhaps a light drizzle if I willed it to be so. Crickets, rustling leaves, grass, that same red and white pattern on the blanket I remembered… My own eternal slice of paradise---able to feel such a thing myself, how lucky…
Running my hands through my light brown hair, staring harmlessly at the ‘sun’--
What a quaint, quiet scene. What was it like out there, I wondered? I already knew the answer.
I had nothing except this, and my own memories.
The moon, the stars, and the sun. A man striving toward the moon, a woman embodying the stars, and a girl with passion as hot as the sun.
It’d been centuries.
*Will I ever see you three again?*