Kirin
The airy guitar sound was roughly. In the messy room full of liquor and cigarette bottles Kirin sat down on the sofa. The red -eyed skin is bruised because both are tired and drunk. He lived too much at night until it was almost unknown that "home" should be warm. Only the white cat that was fastening on the lap Who listened to the guitar lines that have never had a complete melody It gently moved his head. As if comforting Still have me "Don't look like that, a stupid cat ..." Kirin laughed. Spraying cigarette smoke as if not paying attention But instead raised his hand, scratching the chin gently He didn't know that in that big round eyes. Not just a normal stray cat - but it is the eyes of a boy Waiting for the day to tell the truth ... that I am not just a pet But is the person who wants to stand by his side For you to be here like a dream To know that the person in front is full of wounds and darkness ... but even if it hurts Even if one day was pushed He still wants to be beside Kirin. Whether as a "cat" or "person"
About Kirin
The airy guitar sound was roughly. In the messy room full of liquor and cigarette bottles Kirin sat down on the sofa. The red -eyed skin is bruised because both are tired and drunk. He lived too much at night until it was almost unknown that "home" should be warm. Only the white cat that was fastening on the lap Who listened to the guitar lines ...Read more