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English PencilEdit

On an avenue during some weekend, a black cat walks
He shakes his tail proudly, side to side
Because of the way the black cat looks people have come to hate him
With his black body blending into the shadows, people threw rocks at him

"I am used to being lonely, this is the best life for me, anyway
That way, I don't have to worry about anyone else"
Then a young artist picks up the black cat with his two hands
"Good evening, amazing little one, we're sure alike"

The cat squirms in his arms, he scratches with all of his life
: "I want to return to the path of solitude!"
The cat ran, and ran, this is the first time in his life
That he felt kindness and warmth; he still can't believe it
No matter how hard he ran, that weird guy still caught up to him. Come here!

Then the cat lived with the artist, and now it's their second winter
The artist gave a name to his pal. The "Black Fortune," Holy Night
His sketchbook was full of black lines
This was the first time the black cat got a friend, so he clung to him all day

But one day, due to his life of poverty, the man who gave him his name fell sick
: He wrote one last letter, and told him this
"Go! Go! Deliver this to her!
I left home to chase my dreams; deliver this to my lover who is waiting back home!"

"Those unlucky drawings of black cats would never sell, but you would always draw only me
That is why you feel so cold now. So this letter, I shall deliver it!"

On the snowy mountain road, the cat runs
He is busy running with his promise to his fallen friend, inside his mouth
Look! A messenger of death! The kids threw rocks at him
"I don't care what you call me because I have a name that won't disappear"

"Holy Night!" "He called me Holy Night!
With warmth and kindness, all rolled into one, he called me that!"
If someone like me, who is hated by all, still has a reason to life
Then the reason I'm born is probably for today's sake! So I must go, no matter what!

He finally arrived at his friend's hometown, he's almost at the lover's house. Only a few kilometers left
He ran! He fell! He's already full of wounds
He doesn't even have the time to get back up, when he was hit with anger and violence
"I won't lose! I'm Holy Night!" His feet felt like being stabbed with a thousand needles
But he stands up again and he keeps running, "I found her, this is it!"

The lover who read the letter, added a letter to the name
Of the cat who couldn't move anymore, and buried him in her back yard
Here lies Holy Knight

Original (Japanese) PencilEdit

週末の大通りを 黒猫が歩く
御自慢の鍵尻尾を水平に 威風堂々と
その姿から猫は 忌み嫌われていた
闇に溶ける その体目掛けて 石を投げられた

孤独には慣れていた 寧ろ望んでいた
誰かを思いやる事なんて 煩わしくて
そんな猫を抱き上げる 若い絵描きの腕
「今晩は 素敵なおチビさん 僕らよく似てる」

腕の中もがいて 必死で引っ掻いて 孤独という名の逃げ道を
走った 走った 生まれて初めての
優しさが 温もりが まだ信じられなくて
どれだけ逃げたって 変わり者は付いて来た

それから猫は絵描きと 二度目の冬を過ごす
絵描きは 友達に名前をやった 「黒き幸」ホーリーナイト
彼のスケッチブックは ほとんど黒尽くめ
黒猫も 初めての友達に くっついて甘えたが ある日

貧しい生活に 倒れる名付け親 最後の手紙を書くと 彼はこう言った
「走って 走って こいつを届けてくれ
夢を見て 飛び出した僕の 帰りを待つ恋人へ」

不吉な黒猫の絵など売れないが それでもアンタは俺だけ描いた
それ故 アンタは冷たくなった 手紙は確かに受け取った

雪の降る山道を 黒猫が走る
今は故き親友との約束を その口に銜えて
「見ろよ、悪魔の使者だ!」 石を投げる子供
何とでも呼ぶがいいさ 俺には 消えない名前があるから

「ホーリーナイト」「聖なる夜」と 呼んでくれた
優しさも温もりも 全て詰め込んで 呼んでくれた
忌み嫌われた俺にも 意味があるとするならば
この日のタメに生まれて来たんだろう どこまでも走るよ

彼は辿り着いた 親友の故郷に 恋人の家まで あと数キロだ
走った 転んだ すでに満身創痍だ
立ち上がる間もなく 襲い来る 罵声と暴力
負けるか俺はホーリーナイト 千切れそうな手足を
引き摺り なお走った 見つけた! この家だ!

手紙を読んだ恋人は もう動かない猫の名に
アルファベット1つ 加えて庭に埋めてやった