VII. Ink Runs with Blood

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The Songwriter's Funeral Song
Ink Runs with Blood

Cotton Candies in the Sky

I can't imagine drawing love in the skies above
Ever since, I haven't seen a cheerful flying dove
I'm feeling sick if I heard of it
I'm raven at first, black is what I perceived.

I'm content with what I have right now
I didn't think of having a man somehow
I'm also scared of having a vow
I only care for myself here and now

I didn't ask for directions
But clouds led me to my destination

I want a clear sky but then, you came.
I thought it'll be different, I expected rain.
You gave me shed from the sun's radiance,
And showed me that birds know how to dance.

When I'm feeling sad, you came down to give me comfort
You're my haze in dewy morn that I want to give worth
Blanket me with your expanding heart,
Thawing sweet like the cottony candy cloud.

It's my first to feel this feeling
The popping sweets never leave me aching

I want a cotton candy, white and plain
But you showed me colors, I couldn't explain
I'm sure that I won't have gums in pain
Because you're the cloud who's not in vain.

I'll keep you out of water
I'll keep you out of warm air
I'll keep you from everything
That might dissolve you without knowing

You're intangible like air
You can be seen but can't be held
So let me hold you like I can
You're my cotton candy in heaven

I want a clear sky but then, you came.
I thought it'll be different, I expected rain.
You gave me shed from the sun's radiance,
And showed me that birds know how to dance.

I want a cotton candy, white and plain
But you showed me colors, I couldn't explain
I'm sure that I won't have gums in pain
Because you're the cloud who's not in vain.

You're the cloud who's clear and plain.


"Please prepare, Yuru. We'll be leaving soon." Riri packed the things while being upset at the same time.

"Why do we rush?" I asked her as I was looking for a loose straight top.

"Because the manager will get mad at me," she answered.

"What's the big deal?"

"Dang it, Yuru! You don't really care! I work for you, and you're my responsibility!"

I sighed after hearing her bellowed. Her voice was still calm for me. She sounded like an annoyed child.

"Okay, chillout! I'm almost done!"

"Mugi and the band were waiting outside. Please hurry up, and follow when you're done." She left with stuffed tote bags on both hands. They contain my albums, some MP3 players, plus merchandises. I told her to leave them to the production team last time, but she didn't listen. She kept ignoring my suggestions since last week.

I have locked the apartment and rushed to make it to the elevator. My bangs that touches up to my lashes seemed to cover my vision, that's why I ended up banging someone.

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