fruits basketIn the game of Fruits Basket,More Like This
Everyone must choose
The name of a fruit in the basket.
There was no way to lose.
All the fruits were taken,
And then it was my turn.
I was named a riceball,
And that was when I learned.
No one liked me,
I was a thorn in their side.
They said it wasn't true,
But I knew they had lied.
In a fruit basket,
There is never a riceball.
That's why it was my new name,
Because I wasn't loved at all.
I pretended not to care,
And I didn't cause a racket.
But I lost my heart and soul,
In the game of Fruits Basket.
For Fruits BasketI was so happy when you smiledMore Like This
Your smile breaks through the clouds of grey
Far from the sunny days that lie in sleep
Waiting with patience for the spring
When the flowers will bloom renewed again
Knowing there's more beyond the pains of today
Although the scars of yesterday remain
You can go on living as much as your heart believes
You can't be born again although you can change
Let's stay together always
RedMoon WolfsLet me tell you a word,More Like This
A word of the book of the moon
When earth was born
Wolfs ruled all
And from wolfs were born
Their messengers of the red moon
When the flower of lunar blooms
May the paradise of wolfs be opened
By the wolf of legend
His fur as white as the lunar flower
His blood as pure as the ocean is blue
Unbreakable even to his own heart
He guides the wolfs of brown and gray
And to the end is were they are to stay
In the end I will tell you now
Blood ran free on the snow covered ground
As the wolf of black appeared to kill
To take the flower
And murder it still
Though her blood alone is poison,
The one of black drank the curse
Killing him from inside
He taints the snow,
Making it red
Only as one
May paradise be opened
Blood of the white wolf
And the lone lunar flower
Only then may the flower bloom
Opening the doors to paradise