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Il Giorno In Cui Il Cielo Se Ne Ando

Tsunayoshi, knowing he did not have many time left, smiled at everyone with sadness flashing through his eyes. Everyone saw this and began to worry. Not a sound was heard. Tsunayoshi took a breath and closed his eyes. No one moved waiting for him to finish. And when he did, he smiled a bright smile.

(A/N: if you can guess where this song comes from, then you get why I chose this song!)

"Happiness and joy

Sorrow and sadness

You and I

We shared them together

Shared for a time

But suddenly faltered

Flowers of a dream

A field of grass

Leads to heaven

A gentle wind passed by

When you gave a smile

Nothing to fear

Forever in my heart

Blooming flowers prevail

The beautiful smell of the land that lingers in our history

Sands of black that color every little corner

I saw eternity only once, but I realize it cannot be kept in sight

Our lives are truly in a world of wonder

A poem of my life - it's a pretty song to remember

We already acted a thousand lives

For the briefest moment in our long history

I love you; I'll miss all of you

No warning what had happened then

I won't ever say goodbye

Birds are singing

Clouds are drifting

Trees are rustling

They cover the night

Time passes by

With merciless pride

The sun will rise again

Our lives are truly in a world of wonder

A poem of my life, it's a pretty song to remember

We already acted a thousand lives

For the briefest moment in our long history

I love you; I'll miss all of you

No matter what had happened then

I won't ever say goodbye

Nothing to fear

Forever in my heart

Blooming flowers prevail"

And ever so slowly, Tsunayoshi closed his eyes. The song he had sang brought shocked and sorrow. And so, the whole room fell into despair and all fell to their knees and cried their heart out. For their brother/son/friend/boss/sky was no longer.

This was the day, when a friend/brother/son/boss was lost. All those who knew Tsunayoshi came to see him off. Even those who saw him as an enemy came. For there was no one like him. Even if they hated him, there was a feeling of comfort and happiness they get when they meet. And though they won't admit, they enjoy their time with him, even if it was for a fight. This day will forever be remembered throughout all of Mafia history.The day they lost an enemy/friend/boss/son/brother. And they gave this day a name. So, no matter what, no matter how many history pass, this day will be the day all mafios do not fight and shall mourn their lost. This day was now lawed in all Mafia.

This day was named Il giorno in cui il cielo se ne ando.