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Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely
/ Show me the meaning of being lonely So many words for the broken heart Chorus :
It's that time of the year again. Valentine's Day; they call it a lover's day. It is like the day the Cowherd reunites with the Weaving girl over the Milky Way. I look up at the sky, at the Milky Way. The gap between us is wider than the Milky Way and there can be no magpies to flock together to form a bridge for us to meet. I hate to admit it, but I miss you. Trowa has Quatre, even that grouchy Heero has Duo to warm his bed, to keep him sane during this war. But me.....I'm alone.....and lonely.
/ Life goes on as it never ends Chorus :
I remember you were a great warrior. But pride and self-esteem won't let me admit that then. My male chauvinism just won't accept females as warriors. I scoffed at the ideas of females fighting a war alongside with the male counterparts. I scorned at the thoughts of females at the battlefields. Their rightful places should be in the house, looking after the family. I mocked at your conviction of you being the reincarnation of Nataku. You were just a woman. Both of us were strong-headed. We were fighting all the times. I have never really appreciated you or cherished our marriage until the day you sacrificed yourself to defend the colony. Mortally wounded in the battle, you died in my arms. I remembered holding you tightly to me as you slowly slipped away from my life. Men shed blood, not tears. But that day I cried.
/ There's nowhere to run You are missing in my heart Chorus :
As I lay the white chrysanthemums at your gravestone, I make a vow. I will win the war for you. I won't let you die in vain. Lonely as I am, you are always in my heart. My wife, my greatest warrior, Long Meiran. I look up at the Milky Way in the sky again. If only......if only I can meet you like the Cowherd and the Weaving girl. I miss you, Meiran.
~~~The End~~~
Author's note : For those of you who are not familiar with the story of the Cowherd and the Weaving girl, it is a Chinese folktale. Here is the story, I hope I got this correctly. Long ago, there was a boy, clever, diligent and honest. Orphaned at an early age, he was very poor. However, he adopted an abandoned old buffalo, which proved to be very loyal and relieved him a lot from the hard labor in the fields. Villagers from far and near came to know him by the name of the Cowherd. At the same time, the youngest of the seven celestial princesses had grown tired of the privileged but secluded life in the heavenly palace. She longed for a mundane life she often saw down beneath her. So, she sneaked out and descended onto the earth and married the Cowherd whom she had secretly fallen in love with. They had a lovely boy and a girl. While the Cowherd worked in the fields with his old pal the buffalo, the fairy weave at home to help support the family. Villagers all admired her excellent weaving skill and started learning from her. She was now well known as the Weaving Girl. The family lived moderately but peacefully and happily until the girl's celestial royal family found her missing and traced her to the village. The Celestial Empress was in such a wrath that she gave her daughter only two choices: to go back home or see her husband and children destroyed. She had but to leave. The old buffalo suddenly began to speak to the bereaved and now astonished young man, saying that he was dying in no time and asking him to use his hide as a vehicle to catch up with his wife. And off he sailed to heaven taking his young son and daughter in two baskets carried by a shoulder pole. Fearing that the young man would catch up, the empress took out her hair spin and drew a big river across the sky, known to the Chinese as the Silvery River (the Milky Way in the West). She meant to separate the family forever. However, all the magpies in the world, deeply touched by the story, came to their rescue. Each year, on the seventh day of the seventh month, they would flock together to form a bridge so that the family may have a brief reunion. That's about it.
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