I mustn't lose! I'm HOLY NIGHT! :(

saya paling lemah sama cerita cerita kayak gini deh. baca lirik lagu ini saya nangis lho, ditambah sambil liat videonya....banjir! Motoo Fujiwara bener bener juara ngarang lagunya!! jarang banget kan ada lagu yang bener bener bercerita kayak gini. tentang kucing pula. 


*liat videonya lagi*nangislagi* 


sedih.. :((


yang males liat videonya, nih saya kasih lirik bahasa inggrisnya:

K - Bump of Chicken
A black cat walk the big weekend avenue
Holding the curled tail it prides itself on majestically
Because of how it looked, the chat was detested

People threw stones at its body, which melted into the darkness

The cat got used to being alone, in fact, it wanted to be.
It was too much bother to feel for others
But then a young painter took the cat in his arms
“Good evening little one… we’re quite alike, you and I…”

Struggling in his arms, the cat frantically scratched away
An escape route called loneliness
It ran and ran…Still unable to trust the first kindness…
The first warmth of its whole life.
But no matter how far it ran, the stranger followed close behind


It came to be the cat and the young painter’s second winter together
The painter gave his friend a name “Lucky Black”. HOLY NIGHT
His sketchbook was all in black and white
The black cat too, found itself closer to its first friend

But then, one day..
The painter, who has fallen ill from his life of poverty,
Wrote one last letter and told the cat

“Run! Run!”
“Bring this to her, the girl who awaits the homecoming
Of this boy who ran off with dreams in his head”

Pictures of a bad luck black cat never sold
But still, you drew only me
Hence, you grew cold,
So, with determination I took the letter.

The black cat ran along the mountain road, in the snow,
Holding the promise it made to its deceased friend in its mouth
The children shouted, “Look, it’s the servant of the devil!” 
And threw rocks at it 
“It doesn’t matter what they call me, I have a name they can’t take away!”

Holy night, 
He called ME a “HOLY NIGHT”!
With all of the kindness and warmth he had
Perhaps there’s a reason one as detested as I was born
Maybe I was born for what I must do today

I’LL RUN AS FAR AS I HAVE TO!

So he arrived at his friend’s birthplace,
Only a little more farther to his lover’s place
He ran, he fell
Covered in wounds, no time even to stand up again
The jeers and violence
I mustn’t lose! I’m HOLY NIGHT!

Dragging his arms and legs that were about to fall off,
He took off running again 
I’ve found it! 
THIS IS THE HOUSE!
The lover who read the letter
Added a letter to the already motionless cat's name and buried it
She buried her HOLY KNIGHT