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.

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«Spring Echoes

in my soul they resonate.

While a gentile

autumn wind

dance with the leaves

and my soul comforts.

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«The rusty colors

of the sunset fall down

towards the unknown

and darkness intends

of devour my name.

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«Stamped spades,

shields without owner,

bodies at my feet.

The breeze roars an echo.

They are the cries of my

fallen comrades.

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«But where did they go?

Their whereabouts are not revealed.

Have been silenced.

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«Life and death

begin to take root

at the same time

which extend

towards the abyss.

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«In that apparent state,

what will become of me?

The tomorrow is uncertain,

and all I have left

is the warmth of this hand.

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«Under the milky light of moon

the whirlwind ceases,

replete with memories.

A gold breastplate and I

we bathed in their warm light.

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«Itia… I remember you just

as you used to be,

and our promise is

etched in my memories

as if we did it yesterday.

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«My comrade-in-arms, my friend.

The willow was a witness,

I swore to accompany you

to the next war.

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«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.

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«Watch at the sky, no doubt

makes me yearn for the old days

and miss so much

to the comrades of yore».