You know.. as a young boy, I imagined death to be a happy time, where everyone would finally gather to sing to you and praise your death as something good.. but I'd never heard of the real harsh and cold reality until.. he died. He was the one who kept me bouncing with joy.. stable.. but as soon as he died, the feelings I had before came back.

  I realized that his cousin couldn't save me from my own head, that I would become that of a storm covering a starry sky. Brutal how death is, isn't it? Your life goes well until you hear the threatening sound of silence wave in the daylight sky of loneliness.

  You break and break until you realize that you can join.. but then when you join, you only can see the darkness of what was your love and life.

"Here lies Ni-No Sakura Senbu and Conductor Vermillion. Not only were they partners in life, but in the world of mental issues too. From the white rose in my hand, let God lead them on."