Title : 1923 - Arthur Version
Disclaimer : I did not own Hetalia and its characters! I only own the fanfic~
Author's Note :
A poet inspired by the tragedy between England and Japan at 1923..
Because I'm not a song composer, I'm just able to write these of as poetry *fangirlsobs*
I will explain some things as why I have wrote them as the they are on the last chapter. Try to interpret it as much as you can, for it was more fun that way :)
For any cheesiness, I'm very sorry OTL
For there is nothing if we never starts something *rolls away*
Please do enjoy, these are my most serious poets ever. It takes me about half a year before I decided to post these..
Sitting on an oak bench
Four o'clock in monday morning
Dark and cold tangled with each other
And the silver mist trickled on my skin
This feeling is indescribable
It's not happiness nor sadness
It is your curse for being gentle
Because all I see now is your obsidian eyes
reff:
Maybe I had fallen for you
But I have never realized it
This tea has gone too cold
And I cannot savor it anymore
Maybe I had fallen for you
But I have never realized it
The storm has drenched my coat
Before i could put it on
What we must go through
Is the borders made by our crowds
But what we've been through
Is worth more than a thousand words
We know the wall is always there
Getting higher and higher
But with a childlike smile
We joined our hands and jumped into our downfall
reff:
Maybe I had fallen for you
But I have never realized it
This tea has gone too cold
And I cannot savor it anymore
Maybe I had fallen for you
But I have never realized it
The storm has drenched my coat
Before i could put it on
Maybe I had fallen for you
And I just realized it now
But the mist has turned to gold
And you're on the other side of this ocean
The bridge has fallen down
The ship had sunk
This rose has out bloom
Before I could reach for you
Goodbye
I will remember you
Goodbye
May you live happily ever after