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A black cat walks the big weekend avenue,
Holding the curled tail it prides itself on majestically
Because of how it looked, the cat was detested
People threw stones at its body,
Which melted into the darkness

The cat got used to being alone.
In fact, it wanted to be
It was too much bother to feel for others

It was just such a cat that the young painter took in his arms
‘What a lovely little one tonight. We’re quite alike you and I’

Struggling in his arms,
The cat frantically scratched away
An escape rout called loneliness

It ran and ran,
Still unable to trust the first kindness
The first warmth of its whole life

But no matter how far it ran
The stranger followed close behind

And so, it came to be the cat and the young painter’s second winter together
The painter gave his friend a name ‘Lucky Black’ Holy Night
His sketch book was mostly black colors
The cat too, found itself closer to its friend,
and nestled up to him, but then one day


Its godfather, fallen ill from his life of poverty,
Wrote one last letter and told the cat:

‘Run, run and bring this to her,
The girl who awaits the homecoming
Of this boy who ran off with dreams in his head.’

Pictures of a bad luck cat never sold,
But still, you drew only me
Hence, you grew cold and with determination I took the letter

The black cat ran along the mountain road,
In the snow, holding the promise it made to its deceased friend in its mouth
And the children threw rocks ‘look, its the servant of the devil!’

It doesn’t matter what they call me,
I have a name they can’t take away!

Holy Night, he called me “Holy Night!”
He called me Holy Night, with all of the kindness
And warmth that he had.
Perhaps there’s a reason one as detested as I was born,
Maybe I was born for what I must do today,
I’ll run as far as I have to!

He arrived at his friend’s birthplace.
It was only a few miles to the lover’s place

He ran, he fell, now covered by wounds
No time to even stand up again,
The jeers and violence
I mustn’t lose! I’m Holy Night!
Dragging his legs which were about to fall off,
He took off running again, I’ve found it!
This is the house!

The lover who read the letter
Buried the motionless cat in the garden under one letter.
She buried her Holy Knight

Japanese for the day:
Watashi no namae wa ______.
My name is ______.