| kuuumo ( @ 2006-12-23 22:15:00 |
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Cédric Durand, son of a bourgeois cloth merchant.
Stéphane de la Tour d'Auvergne, son of a minor aristocratic lord.

We were friends since childhood, sharing all joy and sorrow.

But now he has turned a deaf ear upon my words?

Does he not see, that we no longer have time for this aged tyranny?

Let liberty have its turn to unveil our eyes for tomorrow.

Let equality have its turn to bring us level ground.

Let fraternity have its turn to care for brothers of lesser birth.

Liberté, égalité, fraternité, ou la mort.
Torrents of time only push ahead, and all that awaits he who does not believe is--
*~楽屋~*~Backstage Special~*


Merry Christmas, and Thank You!
For Stéphane's Story...
Cédric Durand, son of a bourgeois cloth merchant.
Stéphane de la Tour d'Auvergne, son of a minor aristocratic lord.
We were friends since childhood, sharing all joy and sorrow.
But now he has turned a deaf ear upon my words?
Does he not see, that we no longer have time for this aged tyranny?
Let liberty have its turn to unveil our eyes for tomorrow.
Let equality have its turn to bring us level ground.
Let fraternity have its turn to care for brothers of lesser birth.
Liberté, égalité, fraternité, ou la mort.
Torrents of time only push ahead, and all that awaits he who does not believe is--
*~楽屋~*~Backstage Special~*
Merry Christmas, and Thank You!
For Stéphane's Story...