everlasting flames 🔥

help me, bishamonten. i cannot understand people, no matter how hard i try.

i am not a 'who,' archivist, i am a 'what.' a 'who' requires a degree of identity i can’t ever retain.

this world is ever-changing. i have grown accustomed to parting and despair. i have lost touch with time. i struggle in the samsara only in the hope of achieving... my mission.

this story is for just that one reader.

everything changed here and now.

you're unbelievable, ah / so unbelievable, ah / you ruin everything, oh / you better go home. / i'm unbelievable, yeah / i'm undefeatable, yeah / let's ruin everything / blast it to the back row!

this wasn’t the ways of survival i knew but—it was a story more wonderful than ways of survival. it was my story.

we'll carry on / we'll carry on / and though you're dead and gone believe me / your memory will carry on!

-why are you fighting this oooh...sooo...scaaary enemy, hmmm?
-so i can go home.
-...and take back our world.

there are three ways to survive in a ruined world.
i've forgotten a few by now. however, one thing's for certain.
if you're reading these words, you will survive.

then i, too, shall make a sacrifice! now that i am dead, i have no need for a heart to weigh my sins!

live, kiana. that's... my final lesson... for you...

if you consider it this way, 'i have a cursed right hand' or 'i can whisper into your mind' and so on aren't really the core essence of 'chuunibyou'. the true nature of this adolescent posturing is the heat of life. it's an explosion of one's imaginative power.

yes it comforts me much more / to lay in the foundations of decay / get! up! coward!!

turn into a shooting star that briefly shines / but warms up every heart.

it's me again. the tired office worker.
i think this story is written for me?
could it be that i am the one reader the author is talking about?
please say yes
i hope someone can say yes

this story is for you.

this story is for you <3
this story is for you :')

eternity stretches things out over a long time, but each moment within it becomes all the more fragile.

walk along the footprints to witness the flame-chasing crusade. in the end, you will go beyond the graves and create a future we could not reach!

i'm the one who raised little waver. knowing that, i hope you can understand why i was so excited to be writing this commentary. in a way, it was a feeling like i had married off my beloved daughter, and after eight long years she had returned home with my grandson.

i am not scared of becoming an enemy of the whole world / as long as your gaze permits it.

this is the story of the people called flame-chasers. it's about the unfinished journey of the thirteen.

i can't remember a single role i was suited for!

as snow falls on desert sky / until the end of everything!

i am not scared of becoming an enemy of the whole world / as long as your gaze permits it.

i can use this body i have now to lift the weight of the stones that i bear. / what's something that only you can do?

i will never go / there's a way back home / brighter than tomorrow and yesterday...

the long-wandering eccentric no longer thinks about this,
but when he closes his eyes, he can still see the moonlit nights over tatarasuna and the burning furnace flames.

oh, not again, now the train's gone and left / and the city's too far to walk to the end, while i / can't call to mind all the words or the lines, i find / to pocket them will keep them all alive.

in the instant that an attack to destroy eternity drew near—

the planet sang.

so, so what if you all look down on me? this ancestor... this ancestor... this ancestor has a son!