A glance at Seigaku as the 9 regulars begin to grow up.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Prince of Tennis or "White Line" by Aozu.
No matter what the future is, the beginning is this moment
From here begins our glory days
Seasons change. Time flies by, flowing inevitably downward like the sand in an hour glass. Spring passes into the heat of summer, then the rich colors and coolness of fall, onto the blank, bare winter, and back to the warmth of spring again in an unchanging, unstoppable rhythm.
The 9 boys of the Seigaku tennis team have grown up.
The clear sky, traversed by a white line
A new door has been opened
Gone are the days of boyish innocence and carefree laughter, of rivalries, of seemingly unbreakable bonds and friendships that would last for all eternity. The days where tennis was life, everything, and hitting a neon green ball onto the other side of the court between the lines and capturing the point would make everything ok. "Limit" was a word that simply didn't exist for those 9 boys, and dreams were as big and infinite as the pale blue sky, important, precious things to be cherished, celebrated, and indulged.
I take the hand you held out and smile
Is this feeling I faintly feel friendship?
Things are different now; they are busy with college, work, running family businesses and trying to carve out their own place in the world. There are so many added responsibilities now that even if they want to go back to those days, tennis can't possibly be everything anymore.
I gathered the wind that rustled your uniform
and shoved it inside of my pocket.
On the last day of middle school for the Seigaku 3rd years, they all promised one another that they would keep in touch, that the bonds of friendship and companionship they had all so lovingly nurtured couldn't, no, absolutely wouldn't break.
If we try and unfasten the days that pass us by
we'd realize the things that we can only see now.
But over time, that promise became a very hard one to keep. As lives got busier and busier, and friends began moving further and further away from home, phone calls, letters, and e-mails became less and less frequent, at times impossible. There are classes to attend, reports and presentations to prepare for, tuition and bills to pay. What promise? Did they even make such vow in the first place?
Even if they all somehow managed to gather and be together as they were before, they can never go back to those days. Times have changed, circumstances have changed. They have grown from a bunch of dreaming schoolboys into hardworking men. They can no longer turn a blind eye to their obligations to the world, and have no desire to.
The hope that's shining throughout all of the world is, look!
Guiding us with courage.
No matter what the future is, the beginning is this moment
From here begins our glory days.
But when times get rough, when everything is dark and the world seems to be working against them, those blissful, fond memories serve as comfort, as fuel to carry on and face their futures head on. Those unshakable bonds, those precious moments, the unwavering promise of someone always being there to fight for them, to support them even when no one else would really, truly existed. And that in itself means everything.
In colours that all of the words in the world could not express
let's paint our feelings.
No matter what the future is, the beginning is this moment
From here begins our glory days.
From here begins our glory days.
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