Disclaimer: Saint Seiya: Lost Canvas" does not belong to me, it is written by Shiori Teshiyori; as well as "Saint Seiya" is owned by Kurumada Masami.
Salió el Capítulo especial de "The Lost Canvas" por el 30 Aniversario de Saint Seiya y no podían esperar que me quedara sin hacer algo. Esto tenía que pasar. Además, ya viene el cumpleaños de Krest.
Echoes from spring to winter.
.
«Spring Echoes
in my soul they resonate.
While a gentile
autumn wind
dance with the leaves
and my soul comforts.
.
«The rusty colors
of the sunset fall down
towards the unknown
and darkness intends
of devour my name.
.
«Stamped spades,
shields without owner,
bodies at my feet.
The breeze roars an echo.
They are the cries of my
fallen comrades.
.
«But where did they go?
Their whereabouts are not revealed.
Have been silenced.
.
«Life and death
begin to take root
at the same time
which extend
towards the abyss.
.
«In that apparent state,
what will become of me?
The tomorrow is uncertain,
and all I have left
is the warmth of this hand.
.
«Under the milky light of moon
the whirlwind ceases,
replete with memories.
A gold breastplate and I
we bathed in their warm light.
.
«Itia… I remember you just
as you used to be,
and our promise is
etched in my memories
as if we did it yesterday.
.
«My comrade-in-arms, my friend.
The willow was a witness,
I swore to accompany you
to the next war.
.
«Today I live burning nights,
under a mountain range of glaciers:
A lovely irony
.
«But sometimes I do not recognize
what on the ice is reflected
Who does this face belong to?
It is a gray and delirious mass,
a worn out thing and old.
.
«Watch at the sky, no doubt
makes me yearn for the old days
and miss so much
to the comrades of yore».
