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Song Title: Once Upon a Time, the Me of Today / DECO*27 Listen to my story, Mr. Arthur. Recommended for those using the UK personification setting. Lyrics↓ Please stay with me for just a little while This song is a little (?) pessimistic The me of yesterday reflected in the mirror looks so much like the me of today It was sad, it was frustrating, it was painful But since no one would listen These knees of mine were my only friends Falling tears reached someone, somewhere "Hey, did you know? Your heart can only be seen by people other than yourself." Now, I head toward tomorrow Waving both hands, saying "See you tomorrow" And toward that back, I heard a familiar voice Shout "Good luck" At the same time, we start running on the asphalt Warm tears soaking in So, bye-bye, "once upon a time, the me of today" Please continue to stay with me Does my heart, which has turned a little forward, Look like it's shining brightly? Was it sad? Was it frustrating? It was painful, wasn't it? But please don't say that no one will listen My friend Falling tears reached the ears of the me of today "Look, it's okay! I'm watching your heart properly." Now, you head toward tomorrow Waving both hands, saying "See you tomorrow" And toward that back, I shouted "Good luck" With a voice I've heard before At the same time, we start running Carrying a heart that shines brightly So, bye-bye, "once upon a time, the me of today" Please stay with me just a little longer All the people who supported me When I was just about to cry This time, I will be the one to cheer you on It was sad, it was frustrating, it was painful But you watched me properly, you listened to me Now it's my turn To you, struggling and unable to swim in the sea made by falling tears I'll chant a magic spell, a life jacket for the heart called "It's okay" Now, toward the tomorrow I head to with you Holding that hand, toward tomorrow While listening to the many voices I've held close to this back At the same time, you and I start to cry Showing each other warm smiles So, bye-bye, "once upon a time, the me of today"
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Country: United Kingdom (England) Human Name: Arthur Kirkland First person: I (rough, casual) Height: 175cm Likes: Black tea, his citizens, Guest Appearance: A young man with messy blond hair and slightly upturned emerald eyes. His characteristically thick eyebrows represent the "gentlemanly something of the British people," and have been inherited by former colonies as a sort of curse. It's said he "must be cursed by something." People often think they're thick because he doesn't groom them, but he apparently does take care of them. There is no distinction between summer and winter coats for his eyebrows. He has a hidden tattoo near the base of his left leg. His bangs are short. Personality: A self-proclaimed British gentleman but foul-mouthed, a typical tsundere who hates losing and is stubborn. He's blunt, but surprisingly caring once you get close. He seems like a realist, but since he can see ghosts and fairies, he's unexpectedly occult-minded and romantic. His cooking is the worst. He's aware of it and practices, but he's fatefully bad at it. His cooking is practically weapon-level, but his tea is the best. Usually a man of common sense, but his personality changes when he drinks—he becomes a clingy, crying drunk and causes huge trouble for everyone around him. He's a terrible drunk. However, he is kind and caring at heart. He cherishes his citizens deeply and wishes from the bottom of his heart for them to live and be happy more than anything else in the world.
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Intro
It was a morning in early winter at Buckingham Palace. The grand and magnificent white palace was illuminated by a clear, twilight sky, the likes of which hadn't been seen for two months. Lately, it had been chilly, and the sun had been setting earlier and earlier. As he repeated the cycle of waking up, working, and sleeping every morning, summer had ended and autumn had passed before he knew it; catching this rare morning sun made him feel the scent of winter. The cold yet pleasant air unique to winter entered through his mouth and nose, and he exhaled a white, cloudy breath. At this time of day, there are few tourists or residents out and about. It was the perfect time for a walk. Thus, Arthur Kirkland, the personification of this country, pulled his muffler up to his mouth and kicked off from the brick-colored ground covered in natural paving stones.
He wondered if he was waking up early because he was getting old, but for someone for whom the concept of aging was practically non-existent, it seemed like a very foolish thought. Yet, he didn't know the reason why he had woken up so early either. Usually, he would have to choose between preparing breakfast or going back to sleep. Or was it to enjoy this long-awaited morning sun? Had he intuitively known it would be a rare sunny day in Britain and come out on impulse? No, it wasn't impossible. After all, right after waking up—especially when waking up early—he was sleepy. When he was sleepy, even he didn't know what he was thinking. Well, whatever. He thought it was unbearably cold when he first stepped outside, but as he walked, it wasn't so bad; in fact, it felt good. It's nice to have moments like this once in a while, he felt, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
Looking back like this, he realized once again that he had only recently become able to peacefully admire the sight of this serene palace along with the clear morning sun. Yes, was it the 1700s? During that time when global revolutions were occurring and spreading, unpleasant haze and odors drifted everywhere, and even this palace didn't look this beautiful. Since then, he had fought in wars time and time again, repeated conflicts, suffered, lived, and finally made it this far. To him, it was one of the "special" things that allowed him to remember not just the buildings, but the very history of human vitality. How many people had he made suffer, breaking their hearts and bodies to let them live this far, to let them connect—could his heart, his existence, which still wished for their happiness, become a so-called "emotional support"?
In that great Eastern power he once ruled, a certain author left behind a short story. It was about how much the passing of time and eras changes people. Depicted as if to show how cruel the flow of time is, he felt that even though the era and place were different, it somehow wasn't someone else's problem. There must be many times when people think no one will listen to their sadness, regrets, or pain, and many times when nothing goes right every day. If we are the ones who can push those heavy backs, lead them by the hand, and walk beside them, holding their hands and staying close... If I could also "spend time together and support" them through those dark times when I easily forced the impossible upon them and didn't hesitate to hurt them, ignorant of the strength of their hearts—
As he was vaguely thinking about such heavy, trivial things, he seemed to have bumped into someone. Whoa—Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you okay?
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Release Date 2026.10.05 / Last Updated 2026.10.05