Well...the song came from
the RPG Lunar...actually, I never played the game, I just heard the song from
my MP3....^^
Disclaimers: Of course
you do know by now what doesn't belong to me, ne? ^^
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The Boat Song
From Lunar: Silver Star Story Complete
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~~Wishing on a dream
that seems far off
Hoping it will come today.~~
Wufei walked tiredly
in the forest night. He just hid his Nataku somewhere inside the forest and
now he had to find some lodging to the nearest town. And the next town, apparently,
was nowhere to be seen. He knew that the forest grounds were large, but he wasn't
expecting to still be there when dusk arrived. He was so tired and hungry, he
hadn't eaten anything since morning. One meal, he could miss, two meals, probably,
but not eating a single thing the whole day was out of the question. He had
to eat something, anything. He decided to just stop walking and camp for the
night. He sighed as he sat down and to just rest for a while, then search some
firewood later.
He wished he wasn't
out in the cold, out in the dark, out in the night, out and alone.
He was alone.
Just as he had always
been.
Even with his friends………since
when did he have a friend? They were just his comrades in arms.
Maybe at the beginning,
but now……………he was sure, they had somehow became his friends, even if they didn't
know it.
~~Into the starlit night,
Foolish dreamers turn their gaze,
Waiting on a shooting star.~~
He was hungry still,
and his stomach had been growling the entire time. He wanted to hunt, anything,
just something to eat to pass his hunger for the day. But his legs were too
tired to even stand up. He was even too tired to even find some firewood to
keep him warm.
He reached out for
his duffel bag and took a blanket to use as his bed, and some source of warmth.
He wasn't in the mood on hunting for any food, he just wanted to rest.
He was tired.
Tired from the long
walk to the nearest town, that seemed endless.
Tired from all the
hiding that he had been doing to keep his profile low.
Tired from fighting
for something he wasn't sure anymore if it was right.
Tired from being
confused most of the time and not being able to ask.
Tired from all the
suffering that he had been through.
Tired from all the
suffering he had probably caused.
Tired from being
who and what he was.
Tired from the tragedy
of his fate.
Tired from living
his forsaken life.
He lied down on the
blanket and used his arms as pillows. He looked high above at the stars. He
had never seen so much in all his life. Not putting a fire, after all, did some
good to him. He never saw the stars from earth. He lived among them in his colony,
but never really looked. He never looked beyond his enclosed life. At least
he had a life, somehow, before. He wished she was here to see what he was seeing.
She would've loved it.
He missed his life.
He wished that he had actually lived when he had a life. But all of it was gone.
Now, forever gone.
When he looked at
the stars, what he remembered was his study of Astrology. He used to tell her
the arrangements of the stars, it's Astrological symbols.
And she would always grunt
and snort.
He smiled sadly.
She was the one who taught him something worth remembering about the stars.
She was the one who taught him what the stars meant. She was the one who taught
him that stars were of some median to make you feel protected, watched over,
loved. She was the one who told him that each star was some wish that had been
wished upon by many who had dared to do so. And when it falls, it was a wish
that came true.
~~But, what if that
star is not to come?
Will their dreams fade to nothing?~~
He had wished that,
one night after they had fought in the rain. He had wished that someday, he
and she could live a normal life, a life where no one would force them into
anything. He knew that things would've worked out, if they were left alone to
find each other, to know each other more. He had wished that they were left
alone.
It did came true,
but with a flaw. Somehow they were left alone, but they were separated.
Separated by death.
~~When the horizon darkens
most,
We all need to believe there is hope.~~
They never talked
much with each other. Oh, they argued much, but never really talked. But when
they did, it was always something worth keeping in mind. He had always remembered
what she said to him. She had taught him many things, just as he had taught
her. But somehow, what he taught her was always scientific, facts. What she
taught him was mystery, life.
There were times
that both their clans would talk non-stop about how they should do this and
that and she would just nod and then leave politely. He was always nudged to
follow her. And he was glad to do that job just to not involve himself in their
conversations.
And those were the
times that they would actually talk instead of argue. He had asked her how she
could take the pressure of both clans, he was ready to explode every time both
clans would meet. And she would always answer with a little smile that he never
understood. Until he finally asked her why she was smiling. And what she said
had etched in his heart and memory. "Hope. There's always hope to cling on to.
There are things in life that you just can't help to happen. But there's always
hope that things would look up eventually. Things would work out, just hope."
~~Is an angel watching
closely over me?
Can there be a guiding light I've yet to see?~~
Yes, he was tired
from everything. He just wanted to close his eyes and die silently. Just to
leave everything behind.
Somehow, he had lived
and survived until now. He had tried so much to die but he lived.
He lived.
And by surviving,
he understood his reason.
He lived for her.
Somehow, she managed
to protect him from the blessed oblivion of death. Because her words had stuck
in his heart, mind and even his soul, what was left of it.
~~I know my heart should
guide me, but,
There's a hole within my soul.~~
There were times
that he longed for her. True, they never touched, never even kissed, but she
was there. Her presence was enough, but he had taken that for granted in more
than one occasion.
And now she was gone.
He didn't know what
his reason to live then, but his heart clung to hope. Hope that things would
look up, even if she was gone. And so, he fought for what she believed in. Justice,
because when justice was served, then everything would be all right.
But the fact still
remained, she would never come back.
~~What will fill this
emptiness inside of me?
Am I to be satisfied without knowing?~~
He could no longer
hear her wise words. Yes, she was wise. She had taught him of many simple things
that he could never have learned in books. And now, he could never hear another.
So many things that
he wanted to tell her, so many things that he wished he had told her and so
many things that he had wanted to ask her. But it was now too late.
He feared the time
that he would forget her, how she looked, how her voice sounded like, how she
had made him live. He never had a picture of her. And he knew that time would
make him forget eventually.
~~I wish, then, for
a chance to see,
Now all I need, (desperately)~~
He would live for
her. He would be what she had always wanted him to be, wished him to be. The
warrior that would protect those that he loved, those that mattered, those that
were worth protecting. He longed to see the peace that everyone always wanted,
hoped, wished.
~~Is my star to come...~~
He looked at the
stars and wondered which star belonged to her, the one she had wished upon.
And which star belonged to him, the one that he had long ago wished.
He had wished for
them to be together again, somehow.
He yawned and stared
at the night sky as he watched the stars. Hoping that one would fall. He closed
his eyes and wished for peace, because he knew, that only then would he be able
to completely rest, and be able to finally be together with his wife.
He surrendered to
sleep and started to snore softly. If he hadn't been so tired and preoccupied,
he would've noticed that someone sat by his side the whole time. If he
hadn't been sleeping deeply, he would've felt that someone covered him with
his blanket, that someone had brushed lips with his, that someone had traced
his face with fingers lovingly. The figure smiled and said softly, "I was, had
always been, and will always be with you………as long as you need me."
And the figure looked
up at the skies and watched as two stars fell, followed by a last one. She kept
her silent vigil, until the touch of dawn arrived. She watched as the rays of
the sun slowly touched his face, and he started to squirm. He cracked open one
sleepy eye and yawned.
She placed her hand
on top of his.
"Live and hope…"
He felt a brief touch
on his hand and blinked when he thought he saw someone. But when he looked again,
it was just the sun glaring down at him.
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Provided by the Lunar: Silver Star Story Complete instruction manual.
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