Dreams

High and Mighty Color

Darker Than Black

2nd Ending Song

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This is the second ending theme of the anime Darker Than Black. The song is entitled Dreams, performed by High and Mighty Color. As usual, the ending themes are way melodramatic than the opening theme, you know, like the first ending theme Tsukiakari performed by Rie Fu. I haven’t got the English translation but I’ll try to find it soon enough so that I can post here. For comments and suggestions, email me at kyrillevin@gmail.com.

Original Romaji Lyrics

Futari no te, suitsuku you ni

hanarenai itsumo issho sa

kidzuitara, soba ni ita yo ne

uchiageta koto mo nai mama

owarinai natsu doko made mo ikou yo

daisuki da yo

kinou made mo ashita kara mo

onaji hazu datta

yume ga sotto tsugete ita yo

tanoshii hodo owari sou de Continue reading

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Meeting the Sandman

“I enjoyed nothing better than reading or hearing horrible stories of goblins, witches, pygmies, etc., but most horrible of all was the Sandman, whom I was always drawing with chalk or charcoal, on the tables, cupboards, and walls, in the oddest and most frightful shapes.”

-Nathaniel in The Sandman by E.T.A. Hoffman

It would be really traumatic that at such a young age you were told that there is one person in this world that exists only to steal eyes in children who wouldn’t go to sleep, only to feed them on his own.I think every child (that includes me, when I was once), had their shares of frightful experiences.When I was young, I used to imagine scenes in my mind from the sounds that I heard, and sometimes, those mental images that I created haunted me in my dreams.Or maybe there might be some instances when your parents (or anyone older) would scare you off with something (or someone) just to make you do something you wouldn’t want to do, like sleeping in the afternoons or eating your vegetables.I, for once, have been told that the old man living three blocks away from our house kidnaps children who wouldn’t sleep in the afternoons.I’ve believed that with all of my heart, and that old man (who happened to be a noble retired soldier) became my object of fear for quite a long time.

At some point we find it hard to distinguish the thin line between reality and fantasy. Continue reading