[Prince of Tennis] God Said, Let There Be Thunder.

God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light.

God said, “Let there be thunder,” and there was me.

I am a fragrant soul drifting through endless time and space, unsure whom to stay for;

He is a boy with violet hair, like the lavender fields in my memories;

He is blessed by Apollo, and when he raises his head, he seems to stand atop the world;

He is beloved by Artemis, and his night-dark eyes shimmer with intoxicating secrets;

He is a boy as gentle as spring, who, because of her, came to sense the vastness of the sky;

He is like the first ray of summer sunshine, bringing lively notes to her music;

He is like an autumn whisper, gentle and serene, yet seeping into her heart;

He is like a fire in winter, blazing with the most dazzling brilliance amid the cold!

In this poetic, picturesque school life, who stirred ripples in her gentle heart?

Who dyed her feather-soft, flawless youth in the richest, most brilliant hues?

“Why, why have you come to disturb my peace?” When the angelic face clouded with sorrow, they answered as one:

“Because we love to spoil you!”