Oriental Mind

A Miku picture, based on this song (www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0vn7d…)

It's a really nice story about a girl with horns who finally finds happiness when meeting a traveller ^ ^
If you like Vocaloid music (or are interested in the story), I highly recommend you listen to this.
was quick with this one, so it's kind of messy

I do not own Hatsune miku,
The character is based on the song/picture owned by Rin Ginsuke (Ocelot) (www.youtube.com/user/Rinx2musi…)
English lyrics courtesy of Decentsubs (www.youtube.com/channel/UCESdt…)

This is a tale from a country in the Far East
The bell of good tidings tolls in a small village
But for that child who let forth her first cry
She bore a pair of horns
"This is the herald of calamity!"
This girl burdened with such a fate,
Neglected, hated and scorned
She left for elsewhere
Swaying gently side to side
Lightly spinning round and round
Toward the land marked by a distant lighthouse,
The wind guides her

Far far from that distant land from whence she came
In a small corner of a large capital
The girl burdened with her loneliness
Cast a shadow before her as she goes
The girl whose eyes had grown hollow, empty
Who awaited nothing but death
Her downtrodden form attracted the attention of a lone traveler

"It doesn't matter if you're not the same as others"
"Being different is fine
Hold on to your own beliefs,
Keep living on just the way you are"
"Just like I am my own self,
I want you to just be you
If that is all that you are
I will gladly accept that"

A tale from that country in the far-east
The voice of good tidings glows brightly
The girl who smiles quietly
Still bore those horns
Having grasped happiness for the first time
So great as to be overwhelming
Gently, with a sense of wonderment
She began walking forward
But time had barely begun to pass,
When the sound of disaster reverberated towards her
A bell signalling the end
Began to ring forth
Flames dancing about
Laughing dryly, cruelly
In the brilliantly burning capital
The sounds of calamity wouldn't cease
The two of them were enveloped in war
Happiness seemingly ripped away
With that inescapable fate driving her to her end
Returning to the heavens from whence she had been born

"Though it was the shortest of times,
I was truly happy"

Her face upon which the man was looking,
Was smiling beautifully
In that sky of spreading purple clouds
The raindrops begin to lightly fall
Descending upon the pair of graves
Tears moistening the earth.