My way to touch you is through a sad sound of piano, through a profound voice singing to the void, my way to understand you is crying with the third song of Mars album, knowing that I can feel the pain with the words floating in the time.

So many minds around you, but nobody can reach you, not completely.  I tried to have a way to know you, just watching the night view of the city.  I tried to be logical and perceptive, without success, that’s the real mystery around you. I can’t know what you are thinking when your eyes are lost in the darkness of your room.  I can’t know what you are feeling while the candle’s flame is trembling, while those shadows are around you. The real charm of Gackt is being that lonely child, that silent man… My only way to see you is to imagine the smell of your fragrance and how you feel that smell go trough your veins, like if you could smell it with your skin.

I have so many friends, that just like to hear you singing and watch you dancing, I’m not interested in just that; what I really wanted was to feel your joy and your sadness, the way that you felt when Kami laughed, the things that make you crawl.

I know I’m so ambitious, but the best thing of all is that I know that you’re like the wind, so free, losing yourself in a ray of light, rising like the moon, belonging to nobody…

I wish I could express myself more clearly, but the walls of the language are unpredictable.  When I learn Japanese maybe I could say everything I wish to say, or maybe even in my native Spanish I cannot say what Gackt means to me.

Finally, I’ll just tell you, that the real secret of why beautiful women fall in love with ugly men is simple – every man has a beautiful side. I know that’s difficult for you to understand because you’re beautiful in every way.

Thank you, for your music, for your feelings, for being you… for everything that you have given to the world.