1A Twist of Fate Time After Time
Belle looked into his bright, sparkling eyes, her own shining with anticipation. He kneeled down at the one place of their first meeting place, and opening a velvet box, revealed a giant diamond ring, the gem sparkling in his hand. He then released the words from his lips, "Will you marry me?"
Belle awoke with a start, shaking her head as she remembered that vivid memory in her head. She smiled again widely as she thought of the romantic proposal he gave her: on their one-year anniversary as a couple, on the same spot they met one year ago, and to marry in the following week. Her parents had disapproved of the lone boy with no parents, but she wouldn't let them defy her love, as she knew in her heart that he is the one...he has to be the one...at least, that was what she thought as her false vision...
If I had been able to meet you
I wouldn't have let go of you ever again
The hanamidou
Tells of the end of spring
One petal from this misty flower...
He stood leaning against a blossoming tree, the pink petals flying everywhere in the current of the playful wind, ever shifting to an unpredictable direction. His hair struck forward and outward, giving his face a dark, mysterious look. He lifted his head and enjoyed the sights of this beautiful city of whirling blossoms; as he turned his head, he saw Belle approach. Smiling slightly, he waited for her to come before noticing a sparkle on her face. Knowing that would be tears, he quickly pushed himself off the tree and went to her side, his footsteps stirring up the petals lying softly on the ground.
Belle, with a hand on her face, cried silently, unable to contain it. She then felt arms enclose around her waist, and a soft voice whispered in her ear, "What's wrong?"
Her cries and tears had stopped for now, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth...
Time after time
The miracle of meeting you
In a city where the wind whispered through
We walked a path through the hills hand in hand
And made an unforgettable promise...
His head didn't move at all; he had gained a statue-like personality as his hands loosened slightly in shock around her waist. His head drooped forward again, recovering his dark posture. He only asked, "When?"
I can hear your voice in the wind
The thin ice freezes back over
Long ago memories
Not knowing to be afraid of hurt, I swore
That someday, we'd meet again
Marriage day...that word echoed through his head, pounding each and every other thought into oblivion. He couldn't think for a moment, move for a moment, as if he became perfectly numb for a whole moment...Belle began to leave, her footsteps once again stirring up the pink petals from their dreamlike slumber on the ground. "Wait!" Upon hearing her love's voice, she turned back, for the final time...
Time after time
Alone in the city of whirling blossoms
Can't return to when things were fine
In this very same place, just like on that day
With my face strewn with tears, I waited for you
Gripping the piece of paper tightly, he stared at Belle as she left, never taking his eyes off her direction, even long after she disappeared as a speck in the horizon. The flower petals touched the surface of the lake softly, breaking its glass face. Smiling once again, he walked off toward his apartment with a heavy, but unhurt heart and a troubled mind...
Those petals fly in the whirling wind
As if stroking the water's surface
In my anguish, I treasure each and every one...
As Belle left her home city of whirling blossoms, her heart and mind was both blank; she wanted to no longer see anything, hear anything, and feel anything. She sat there blankly as they entered the new city that was their future home, the city of changing hues. She left the car as her parents unpacked, and took a long walk down the road toward the grove of sakura trees, back into a place where her memories could hopefully end the numbing pain.
Everyone says that they're lonely
That they have to keep searching for someone
But all they end up chasing after
Are the fleeting and fragile
And as she entered the field of flowers, the sakura petals floating gently around her, she saw him, leaning against the tree, in the same posture in their last visit. Thinking it was an illusion, she shook her head, and stared once again at the tree trunk only. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her waist, and that same soft voice whispered once again, "What's wrong?" She couldn't believe her ears, but it was true; she turned around quickly and started to ask, "How...?" But he moved his hand behind her head, leaned forward, and kissed her softly as they embraced in a hug as a slip of paper with an address written on it flew out of his other hand and joined the sakura petals in flight.
Time after time
If I could have met you in the city of changing hues
I wouldn't need any more promises
More than anyone else
You are so easy to hurt
I want to be with you-this time, forever