For The Day That I Will Die...

[reddwarfer]

Discuss...

btb, I'm writing a Kubota/Tokito ficpornthing for glass_icarus therefore, I cannot stop thinking about Kubota...and I want to know...what do you think he'd do if Tokito died/was murdered?

Clearly, Tokito is the only thing he was ever attached to...actually, barring his relationship with Tokito, he's pretty much a sociopath. >.>



Minekura wrote the song Wandering, which kills me...(lyrics translated by Anthey Oom)

In the room that I expected you to be in,
Without cleaning up the lies that were scattered on the floor
On a whim, I playfully kiss
what I've picked up from my fingertips.
During the time you didn't rely on me,
The wind scatters the things that you've lost
Like sand scooped up in the palm of your hand.
In this way, neither your smile nor your voice is left behind.

Wandering you closing my eyes
Let's go back to the days that had no end Gently
Stay at my side like this, I don't want to see anything anymore.

Wandering you
Merely alone in a world without colors always
I'm frozen in the flowing red
Since the day that you went away.

I've counted the list of griefs from when we parted
Without tiring
Beyond the smoking cigarette, I search with narrowed eyes
For the light that disappeared.

What affects me the most is the present rather than memories.
Without choosing words of prayers,
I lay down my empty heart in this vacant room
And whistle.

Wandering you Let's join hands
Tight so they won't come apart Tighter
Stay at my side like this, I don't want anyone but you anymore.
Wandering you
Merely alone in a world without colors always
Passing the slight warmth from hand to hand
I was searching for you living here the best I could

I wake up and look down at your face, breathing in sleep
If this is a dream let me stay here always

Wandering you Let's join hands
Tight so they won't come apart Tighter
Stay at my side like this, I don't want anyone but you anymore.
Wandering you
Merely alone in a world without colors always
I had a dream that I kept on living
It was the morning of a slightly cold day.