Another songfiction. Can't help myself. I don't own HnKnA. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this. Infact, this song would be IN the game.
Song: Rewrite, by Asian Kung-Fu Generation.
This is an ENGLISH version of the song. Please excuse any mistakes.
The reason is this feeling is bugging me… and I want to get it off my chest.
It's because I have no other proof of my existence.
I thought I'd got a hold on my future.
But "dignity" and "freedom" are contradicting each other.
I thought I wanted to go home. But when the chance came, I stopped. He told me the truth. I knew more about this world than my own.
The reason I want to erase this distorted afterimage.
It's because in it I can see my limitations.
I'm too self-conscious.
Last year's calendar hang in my window at home, with no dates.
I left my life, my sister, myself. I'm in this world, now. Is it better here? I don't know. Guns and blood, but life a love. It's scary, but I love it.
Erase it, and rewrite it.
This huge, ridiculous fantasy.
Don't forget what it feels like to be alive.
But… I did forget. But I still can't. My sister. The only person who cares. I left her.
Rewrite it in the nick of time.
Even the meaningless paranoia.
Devote everything you have.
To your driving force.
I love him. I love her. I left her. To be with him. Would she have done the same?
Crying as I kill the feelings that had begun to grow.
Crying as I realize that I'm only ordinary, after all.
Crying for my corrupted heart; for my dirty lies.
I have to forget. But how? These people love me, but I'm no different than any faceless.
Erase it and rewrite it.
This huge, ridiculous fantasy.
Don't forget what it feels like to be alive.
But I can't leave. I am alive.
Rewrite it in the nick of time.
Even the meaningless paranoia.
Devote everything you have.
To your driving force.
I choose… Life. The life that suits me. The life I was meant to be in. With him.