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There's no time for us
There's no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams
then slips away from us?
Nuriko could feel, in a detached and remote way, the warmth of his blood seeping out onto the snow. Even after it left his body he remained conscious of it, pooling in crimson streams in the hollows left by his limbs and mingling with the tears that stung his blurring eyes. He had given everything, and he wouldn't regret it--wouldn't allow himself to regret it. But pain, stinging every dulling nerve and rending his heart, only made him wish harder....I don't want to die!
Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
He was still afraid. This was not an end he had ever envisioned. He still wanted desperately--oh, but dying was inevitable now, and all that remained of the seishi's great strength was enough to lie still in the snow and cry.
There's no chance for us
It's all been decided for us
This world has only one sweet moment
set aside for us....
Rapid, random thoughts were harder to cling to now. It was harder to see anything but a gradually dimming whiteness as his vision blurred and faded. Every snippet and scrap of thought evaporated into the same mournful, silent cry--All I ever wanted... To be happy, to be loved, to somehow be able to confess the depth of his feeling for one who could only ever be a friend. From the time Chou Ryuuen had been born a boy, there had never been a chance for him and Hotohori. Why then did the gods make it possible to love so much?
Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
Who dares to love forever
When love must die...?
He was light, floating--he could no longer feel the wounds and the blood and the biting chill of the snow. All he could see through open eyes now was a grey, silky haze, so he closed them. His mind provided enough images, returning always to Hotohori's achingly beautiful face, those intoxicating golden eyes glimmering with tears. Tears for Nuriko.
So touch my tears with your lips,
Touch my world with your fingertips,
And we can have forever,
And we can live forever--
forever is our today....
He knew he was hallucinating, that the image of his Emperor and love, so tangibly, touchably real, was the last vestige of his life's fading dream. But that dream, now, was all he would ever have, and he threw himself into it. He imagined that he touched Hotohori's face, that he kissed away the tears that sparkled like stars against the smooth, pale skin. He could almost feel their fingers twine together, could imagine the brush of Hotohori's long hair against his back, could almost believe.... Hotohori-sama...please understand how much I loved you....
Who waits forever anyway...?
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