Fruit Basket

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Its been a while i haven't watch "Fruit Basket", i used to watch every night years ago when working late hours on my project with mini windows player anchor below the taskbar, the opening themes and lyric are very touching and meaningful, It just reminds me of my happy past and present time. Really arouse the nostalgic feeling.

The lyric:
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I was so happy, you were laughing
With a smile that melts everything away

Spring is still far away, inside the cold earth,
Waiting for the time to sprout

For instance, even if today is painful
And yesterday's wounds remain
I want to believe that I can free my heart and go on

I cannot be reborn
But I can change as I go on, so
Let's stay together always

Smile only at me and touch me with those fingers
This simple desire is everlasting

I want things to be simple
Let's finally get across this sea of mournful sorrow

For instance, even if today is painful
Someday it will become a warm memory
If you leave everything up to your heart

I understand the meaning our living here
It is to know the joy of having been born
Let's stay together always

For instance, even if today is painful
Someday it will become a warm memory
If you leave everything up to your heart

I understand the meaning our living here
It is to know the joy of having been born
Let's stay together always

Cookie story.

COOKIE STORY from "Ah, My Goddess" Original Sound track. Voice character of "Skuld" -Hisakawa Aya.
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Still my favorite song to listen to, Dunno why just that i reminds me my young school days.
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No one is here in the midnight kitchen
The refrigerator’s spotlight shines.
I roll up the sleeves of my pajamas
And Mii (the cat) wakes up.

We had a little trouble because we couldn’t meet.
Even though I like a round-the-clock schedule.
I guess it’s selfish to want to keep you all to myself
But I just can’t help it.

The telephone cord is all twisted.
I wish the equation for "I’m sorry" were in a textbook.

I bake the cookies until they’re a crisp, light brown.
If only my jealousy were baked the same way, it might be sweet.
I want to hurry and show you my freshly baked feelings.

The table stop is a stage.
I do some careful selections…
The various sprinkles I chose are all laid out neatly.

I place them on a saucer.
Because she’s my daughter, about to be married,
I finish it off with a nice ribbon.

The cookies are burnt.
They’re shaped like swollen, crying faces
Look, their stubborn expressions look just like me.

After drinking warm milk, my eyelids droop.

Gathering my love, I lean over the "I’m sorry" box and give it a sweet kiss.
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