Bump Of Chicken - K Lyrics

A black cat walks down the main street on the weekend
Its proud key-shaped tail held high, dignified
From its appearance, the cat was despised
And stones were thrown at its body, melting into the darkness

It was used to loneliness; rather, it desired it
Caring for someone felt bothersome
A young painter picked up that cat
"Good evening, little one. We look so alike"

Struggling in his arms, it scratched desperately
The escape route named loneliness

It ran, it ran, for the first time in its life
Not believing in kindness or warmth

No matter how far it ran, the oddball followed, oh yeah

Then the cat spent its second winter with the painter
The painter gave it a name among friends: "Kuroki Sachi" — "Holy Night"
His sketchbook was almost entirely filled with black
The black cat, cuddling up to its first friend, sought affection, but one day...

The poor life brought down the namer, who wrote a final letter saying:
"Run, run, deliver this for me
To the lover waiting for my return, who dreamed and jumped out"

A picture of an ominous black cat won't sell, but still, you only painted me
That's why you grew cold; I definitely received your letter

The black cat runs along a snowy mountain road
Now holding the promise made with a dear old friend in its mouth
"Look! It's the devil's messenger!" Children throw stones
Call me what you will; I have an indelible name
Call me "Holy Night"
Everything filled with kindness and warmth; call me
If being despised means anything
I must have been born for this day, running endlessly

It reached its dear friend's hometown, just a few kilometers to the lover's house

It ran, stumbled, already bruised all over
Before it could stand up, insults and violence surged
"I won't lose, I am Holy Night!" Dragging its almost torn limbs
It ran on. "Found it! This is the house!"

The lover, having read the letter, added one letter to the name of the now motionless cat
And buried it in the garden
The sacred knight was laid to rest