Italiano
TRANSLATION Official Blog - June 14th 2014
Thank you, Grandmother…
DEAR MY G-LOVERS
My thoughts can be read
on the GACKT Blomaga,
so those who want to read all of them, check it out.
(Updates thrice a month)
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I move the fader.
I hear my breath.
I’m letting my voice out again today.
It seems like I can sing a good song…
The recording session has reached a high point.
I’ve written a song that’s fitting for the LAST VISUALIVE.
I wonder what kind of Live it would be.
My spine tingles just from thinking about it.
I’m shaking with excitement.
The lyrics and melody have turned out well.
I’ve been trying to get the lyrics right
for the past 4 months but
strangely enough, I completed them all in one day yesterday.
It’s really odd.
When it doesn’t come, it simply won’t come
but when inspiration really hits it all gets done in a moment.
Even for the melody, I had quite a hard time,
but the final result was more wonderful than I expected.
I should be able to
deliver this song to everyone around September.
So imagine the many possibilities,
and I promise to deliver a wonderful song beyond your imaginations.
Outside, it appears that a shitty story about ghost writers have surfaced,
clearly its stupid…
On the other hand,
do people in the world really have so much free time?
There’re too many idiots…
I’m not in the mood
to deal with such idiots…
A few days ago, my grandmother passed away.
She was 105.
She’s lived a long life.
The news came suddenly.
A hasty call came from Okinawa,
saying that she coughed up blood and passed away soon after.
I couldn’t adjust my schedule,
so I couldn’t make time for the funeral, but
I headed to Okinawa anyway because
I wanted to see her face for 10 minutes and say my farewells.
When I returned to Okinawa,
I didn’t feel excited as I normally would.
My older sister also barely said anything,
and the atmosphere was really heavy.
This time, I boarded the plane
with my older sister and my nephew, Yoshito,
but there was little to no conversation in the plane.
When we went out,
it kept on raining.
To change the heavy atmosphere,
I began talking to my nephew.
“She’s lived a long life.
It’s not a sad thing…”
“Yeah… I guess so…”
To a boy who has yet to reach 20,
no matter how much you rationalise,
the death of someone will always be difficult.
For me, until now,
I’ve seen the passing of many friends, one by one.
They’ve taught me
the meaning of living my life.
Humans are sad beings,
only through the death of someone
can we truly understand
what it means to live.
Such is understanding.
When we arrived at the funeral hall and entered the room,
people were running around in hurry.
They wanted to wash her body,
but they stopped to give me 10 minutes with her.
To my grandmother who looked like she was asleep,
I said to her over and over again,
“Thank you for your efforts...”
She’s lost weight.
My grandmother who had unbelievably fair skin
was known for her beauty in her youth.
After marrying my grandfather, whose life was full of ups and downs,
she worked hard for the family and
continued to firmly support my grandfather.
Even after my grandfather’s passing,
she continued forward on her own
as the head of the family for the next 20 years.
I’ve always been proud of my grandmother
and whenever I returned to Okinawa, she would smile and say
“Ah~ Akisamiyo…” [Okinawan expression of surprise]
for some reason, while holding my hand.
If I said “stop that!”,
she’d smile and reply with, “Why?”
Apparently, next to my grandmother’s hospital bed,
there would be a body pillow with my picture on it.
If it was even a slight bit crooked,
she would say “It’s crooked!” and scold my aunts.
My grandmother was considerable filled with KiAi.
Sometimes she would gather the family
and give a dressing-down to anyone she had unsettled business with.
Even while she was hospitalised,
even to the very end,
she never complained about hurting.
She basically hated whining.
My grandmother taught me many things.
She was a really nice person with a lot of pride.
When Mai heard about my grandmother’s passing while overseas,
she broke down crying over the phone.
She was a really wonderful grandmother.
When various gossips arose,
she would normally say
to my panicky aunts
“Leave it be…”
and nothing else would be said.
When I met her,
she would murmur with smile
“Really… What a mess…”
But she would never say more than that.
She has always supported me like that.
I’m thankful for it.
She believed in me more than anyone else.
That’s why I’ve worked hard all this time.
I spent about 15 minutes with my grandmother,
then it was already time to catch my flight.
As it is, I headed back towards Naha Airport.
As I was about to board,
my Okinawan friends came after me out of worry.
They tried to lighten up the atmosphere
and made me laugh while joking around
in english.
I’m grateful for that.
You could say it was like a homecoming of sorts.
This was the shortest period of time I’ve been back for but
it was good to be able to say my farewells.
It also felt good to be able to convey my gratitude.
The next day
I was told that my sister and family
were able to send my grandmother off without incident.
To be honest, I don’t feel sad.
I’m filled with feelings that want to thank
the grandmother who has supported the family on her own for
her efforts and want her to just rest well from now.
After returning to Tokyo,
many thoughts welled up as I
re-entered the recording phase.
For men and women,
each person has their own battles.
To live on,
you have to fight on seriously.
To face your own weaknesses,
and battle on tirelessly.
I want to dedicate this song to my grandmother.
My name is GACKT
and my motto is “Mr. Soldier”
I’ll fight on to the end.
GACKT
My thoughts can be read
on the GACKT Blomaga,
so those who want to read all of them, check it out.
(Updates thrice a month)
http://ch.nicovideo.jp/channel/gackt
TRANSLATION Blomaga 65: June 14th 2014
Bzzzzzzzz...
Bzzzzzzzz…
Hello?
Hm???
It’s you…
No, I was in the middle of a call.
Give me a moment…
Because I’ll cut the other side off…
Fuu~
Eh?
Who called?
YOHIO called.
The troubled 18 year old.
He’s got various problems.
In Europe, he’s gotten
quite popular so he’s deciding the office,
how to do future sales and stuff like that.
But he’s an 18 year old after all.
He’s concerned about lots of things.
Though before this when he came to Tokyo
he was with me all the while.
He really acts like a kid…
I kept thinking to myself that
he’s got to mature fast.
I could tell he kept pushing himself too much.
That’s why while he’s with me,
he can drop everything and turn back into an ordinary 18 year old.
To say that he finds it reassuring to come to Japan,
I guess it’s probably similar to how I breathe a
sigh of relief when I go overseas.
Probably because he says that he wants to live in Japan for awhile.
I thought, I guess I could help him with that
because the stress that teens feel is really troublesome…
Why not give him a breather…
Normally,
he’d appear to be an adorable kid.
But if someone else were around he’d act like an adult.
He’s probably kept it that way.
When he came to my staff’s home for a visit,
he was really happy.
I guess he had fun.
There aren’t many places where he can let his guard down and be carefree.
Well, I guess thats similar to me.
Recently, I, too,
have been able to spent time overseas without stress.
There are many ways to destress but.
In my case,
when I go overseas,
I’ll definitely have a look around various properties.
That’s the best destresser for me and
if there are nice homes,
there’s also the opportunity for me to live there for awhile.
A little earlier, I managed to see some really nice houses.
For the first time in awhile, I felt impressed.
The garage was fairly large,
it looked like it would fit about 8 cars.
It feels good to have one this large.
The kitchen is comparatively smaller but
well, I mostly eat out anyway.
It doesn’t bother me much.
It’s not a problem if it’s large enough to use anyway.
Generally,
kitchens overseas are based on
having a dry kitchen and a wet kitchen.
For example, take the table,
there’s another one that’s for domestic helpers to help out with the cooking.
The system here is more similar to the German style so,
the appearance of everything also looks refreshing.
The designer’s an Australian so
it implies that the design would be impressively elaborate.
This dining table’s nice too.
Despite the tremendous size of the table, only 6 chairs are placed there.
Such wastefulness is luxury at it's best.
Furthermore,
because it's made from one solid plank,
the sense of stability and the solid feel is in short wonderful.
The feel of it was pleasant,
and my heart started feeling shaky when
I thought it'll probably feel great to have a meal here...
There are 3 points about this house that captured my heart.
And the third's the wine cellar.
©GACKT ITALIA Team