vingt trois et finis
Sayonara, sayonara, repeating my goodbyes
So many times, so many times, wiping at my eyes
I'm kind enough to wave farewell and smile without you
I want your strength to live in me
It's not very much longer until I go out to sing against the Vajra.
I don't think-- no, I won't be returning. I don't have very much left in me, and if I sing with less than everything I have, that won't be nearly enough. I'm the only chance anyone has.
I'm dying, you see. I've been dying for quite a while. I won't say I'm sorry that I didn't tell everyone; that was my choice, and I'm satisfied with it. The more it advanced, the more power I have against the Vajra.
I've made my peace with it, as much as anyone can.
But I'm not the sort of person to leave without saying my goodbyes.
Nagisa-chan. Follow your dreams, and live a life full of happiness. Chan Vanille, I hope you gain the strength to go back to whatever it is you're running from. If Ranka-chan doesn't return, take care of Fire Bomber for me.
Finn, keep singing; everyone needs something to carry them through dark times. Neil, stay off of broomsticks! I wish that I'd known you better, but then, you strike me as a man who's hard to get to know very well. Lyle, you too, but in a different sort of way. I don't know why you're so slippery, but are you satisfied with things that way?
Soifon. I don't think you're as stern as you say you are. You named a cat after me, didn't you? I wish happiness to you and your kittens. Chibiusa, grow up happy and strong, wherever you make your home-- and keep Kamina in line for me! You too, Simon. Don't let him get away again.
Kamina... wouldn't it be something, if I became a Shinigami too? I'd finally get to show you a thing or two about that sword you're always waving about. But... to be honest, I don't feel like that will happen. This one last fight is enough for me. I'll live until I've finished, and no more. So don't stay on Frontier-- go somewhere where you can move on. And if you find someone else, love them with all your might. But... wait a little while, all right?
Grace. Do you remember, when I was in the hospital just after you took me in, and I was so scared of all the needles and tubes, and you let me hold your hand every moment I was awake? And later, when I would have trouble sleeping, and you would let me crawl into your bed and tell me stories until I fell asleep? And that time you teased me about eating too much cake on my fourteenth birthday, but still held my hair back when I got sick from it later? You told me I was a tool for your plans, and that as well may be, but you see, I don't believe you never loved me. I can't. Whoever, whatever you are now, thank you to the Grace who raised me and loved me like family.
Ranka-chan. My dear, dear Ranka-chan. I don't know where you are or if you'll see this; they say you went off to join the Vajra, that you betrayed us all. I don't think anyone who knows you would believe that, not for an instant. I certainly didn't. But if by some happenstance we do meet on the battlefield, I'll do everything in my power to bring you back to us, because you have to live, Ranka-chan. Live a life full of love, because you have so much in you. Never stop singing, but, Ranka-chan-- sing the way you did when I first met you. Sing with a clear voice and pure feelings, whatever those feelings are, happy or sad, right or wrong.
It's my policy not to sing duets, but if it was you, I'd allow it.
No artist can ever really die, you know. Not as long as there are people to look at their paintings, or hear their symphonies, or read their poems.
Song is culture. Culture is love.
So, everyone...
Listen to my song.
So many times, so many times, wiping at my eyes
I'm kind enough to wave farewell and smile without you
I want your strength to live in me
It's not very much longer until I go out to sing against the Vajra.
I don't think-- no, I won't be returning. I don't have very much left in me, and if I sing with less than everything I have, that won't be nearly enough. I'm the only chance anyone has.
I'm dying, you see. I've been dying for quite a while. I won't say I'm sorry that I didn't tell everyone; that was my choice, and I'm satisfied with it. The more it advanced, the more power I have against the Vajra.
I've made my peace with it, as much as anyone can.
But I'm not the sort of person to leave without saying my goodbyes.
Nagisa-chan. Follow your dreams, and live a life full of happiness. Chan Vanille, I hope you gain the strength to go back to whatever it is you're running from. If Ranka-chan doesn't return, take care of Fire Bomber for me.
Finn, keep singing; everyone needs something to carry them through dark times. Neil, stay off of broomsticks! I wish that I'd known you better, but then, you strike me as a man who's hard to get to know very well. Lyle, you too, but in a different sort of way. I don't know why you're so slippery, but are you satisfied with things that way?
Soifon. I don't think you're as stern as you say you are. You named a cat after me, didn't you? I wish happiness to you and your kittens. Chibiusa, grow up happy and strong, wherever you make your home-- and keep Kamina in line for me! You too, Simon. Don't let him get away again.
Kamina... wouldn't it be something, if I became a Shinigami too? I'd finally get to show you a thing or two about that sword you're always waving about. But... to be honest, I don't feel like that will happen. This one last fight is enough for me. I'll live until I've finished, and no more. So don't stay on Frontier-- go somewhere where you can move on. And if you find someone else, love them with all your might. But... wait a little while, all right?
Grace. Do you remember, when I was in the hospital just after you took me in, and I was so scared of all the needles and tubes, and you let me hold your hand every moment I was awake? And later, when I would have trouble sleeping, and you would let me crawl into your bed and tell me stories until I fell asleep? And that time you teased me about eating too much cake on my fourteenth birthday, but still held my hair back when I got sick from it later? You told me I was a tool for your plans, and that as well may be, but you see, I don't believe you never loved me. I can't. Whoever, whatever you are now, thank you to the Grace who raised me and loved me like family.
Ranka-chan. My dear, dear Ranka-chan. I don't know where you are or if you'll see this; they say you went off to join the Vajra, that you betrayed us all. I don't think anyone who knows you would believe that, not for an instant. I certainly didn't. But if by some happenstance we do meet on the battlefield, I'll do everything in my power to bring you back to us, because you have to live, Ranka-chan. Live a life full of love, because you have so much in you. Never stop singing, but, Ranka-chan-- sing the way you did when I first met you. Sing with a clear voice and pure feelings, whatever those feelings are, happy or sad, right or wrong.
It's my policy not to sing duets, but if it was you, I'd allow it.
No artist can ever really die, you know. Not as long as there are people to look at their paintings, or hear their symphonies, or read their poems.
Song is culture. Culture is love.
So, everyone...
Listen to my song.