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Ellen's theme. ...Do you know who she is? She hardly even knows, herself.
Featured in a very early Touhou game, Ellen is not ZUN's original character, but one borrowed from a doujin colleague's manga, Hatarakimono. She is a little witch who never grows old. She lives for a very long time, but she constantly loses her old memories before she gains new ones, thus always a blank slate.
As "the hardworking witch who dreams of love," she is a diligent magic user, though she has a quirk of building up static electricity in her hair whenever she uses it. Between this and her poor memory, you could say her head is fuzzy in more ways than one. This is where she gets her full name, Ellen "Fuwafuwa-atama" Aureus.
She has lived through the dark age when magic was accepted as fact, to the science age where magic was rejected as fiction, only to end up in Gensokyo where science and magic are one and the same. Despite not being ZUN's character, I think she fits into the world of Touhou so well!
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Touhou Project 03, Phantasmagoria of Dim. Dream
Ellen: "Tabula Rasa ~ The Empty Girl"
Original music by ZUN.
English lyrics and fandub vocals by me.
Art from the manga "Hatarakimono," by Izumi Takemoto. voile.gensokyo.org/res/52053.html
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So I heard, some people believe that magic is fake.
Here I am… so then how can it be?
Don’t you know, that magic can be something you make?
Or I think… but that’s just my philosophy.
I look up… through the dark…
And the answer hits me like a spark.
What I say, you may just think is sentimental fluff.
I can try to straighten up, but will it ever be enough?
Who am I? Who, I am fuwafuwa~
So long as I’m working hard, my life goes on.
With a light head, feeling fuwafuwa~
I’ll be working hard however long. (No matter how long…)
Once more, singing fuwafuwa~
Maybe I’ll leave something here before we part.
All I have left is a fuzzy memory,
Wiping clean the tablet of my heart. ♪
Each day is a fuwafuwa day…
I feel like I’m forgetting something still.
So I see me in the mirror, and I say:
What of me has changed, and what else will? (I wonder what else will…)
White clouds passing through a blue sky…
Try to name a shape, but then it’s far too late.
I’ll forget now, and embrace tomorrow.
My heart is an ever-empty slate.
God, please let me love and be loved!
Even such a fleeting heart can make this prayer.
It’s a magic I can only dream of…
Someday dreaming might just be enough to take me somewhere…
Dream on… Love is fuwafuwa~
Only such a fleeting heart would see this way.
‘Cause I love you, won’t you write upon me?
Writing a new story every day.
28 фев 2017
