Anime: Decorate a farewell morning flowers promises (Sayonara no Asa ni Yakusoku no Hana wo Kazarou)

Let's go - to meet new partings!

And I have ... wings.

I Leilia of the tribe Ilfov. Obstinate, willful, second to none. And yet... even free.

The warp threads represent the passage of time, their color like the color of the sky changes with the seasons. The weft thread is people in their writings, they go on the ground and their thoughts restlessly circling. And we, the people Ilfov weave canvas days. Time of our life counted long centuries. These weavers, who escaped from the world, in its far edge people gave a nickname - the tribe of breakups.

All this time I defended it was you. When I was one and she didn't understand where I'm at, I only had to remember you to return home. You can not call me mom, I can hear your voice. Whatever name you give me will become real, because the fabric of my life woven you Erial.

- Well, good-bye?
- Nope. He is always with me. While I live, the tape of the days of the Erial is also ongoing.
- [laughter]
- Do not laugh!
Should have seen elder now your face, she would have laughed. Would laugh for joy, some thing she opened. That separation is not only grief.

We are a tribe of breakups. We are experiencing a lot of separation, bid farewell to what goes and changes. Time goes forward without stopping, so it brings a new meeting. And they are woven into the fabric.

We don't need Renata, does not need jollify. Ancient beings doomed to disappear. Then, let them live out their days in freedom.

Funny happened. Meseta due to the legacy of ancient times tried to rise, but instead gave rise to neighbors to unite and go to war to punish us for the desecration of the past.

- I guess I'm just like Renata. We are with them creatures from fairy tales, not quite real. Neither the bird nor flowers, singing at dawn failed to survive in this world.
But you can defy destiny. To find a way to extend the life of the legend.
I don't think so! You this legend themselves and destroyed!

Whatever you do, if you're different from the people they will be afraid of you, preying on you, and then hate and want to kill.

Where I was born, nobody writes. Not writing letters. What I want to say just weave.

Why are you here? After all, your people have wings. Why are you here and not fly away? Weaklings. That's why you are dying one by one, longing burns you from the inside. It will incinerate and destroy.

Terrible thing a mother's love - she died and the child from the hands of not issuing. Well, our business side, soon he would see her in heaven. Short he got the tape days, not even a ribbon, and a trifling fragment. Although it's better than being alone.