BASICALLY, as the title says. In other words: S.T.U.F.F. But it's the type of stuff I write down when I can't think of anything else to do. So I made this for you. In other words: utter mindless rubbish. It's not writing really, just my mind splatte...
Also known as siinamota, highcolor_sunz and his real name: Mizoguchi Ryou.
Two years ago today, the song above was posted. Less than an hour or so later, two years ago today, a wonderfully talented musician and young man died.
This was his last song.
I would have liked to have done a lot more for today, but sadly that couldn't happen. Nevertheless, this is for you, PowaPowa-P:
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There's beauty in your every word that you left behind. Whilst you yourself may have passed on, your music lives on.
A poem I wrote, inspired by your songs:
Monochrome Elegy
The score returned on the fatal test paper Is round, like the earth, painted red The question: why, but why?
And soon that world will change its hue And all that's false will be seen as true The question: why, but why?
Can't the world go back to how it was before, When middle schoolers stained vibrant colours onto their hearts; Not smoke onto their lungs.
I lost my charm, or so I'm told, When I grew up and the world, too, grew old The question: why, but why?
We dance a jaded dance step by step A strange waltz outside of the tin palette The question: why, but why?
A musician plays his last note, It rings out in melancholic tones, A discordant goodbye.
