Art for the fanfic “Who Invented This World?” (Кем придуман этот мир?), which is a sequel to “I’ll Send You Greetings from Orbit” (Я передам тебе привет с орбиты)
Translation of a fic fragment:
(I used AI for help because it's still difficult for me to translate literary texts. And song translation by St.Sol, song cover on YouTube, just listen to it, you won't regret)
After a few minutes of bickering with Ibuki, who was determined not to give in to melancholy, a quiet melody began to ring out in the bus: “We didn’t invent this world.” Kaede sang the first verse, and by the chorus, a few more voices had joined in.
No, this world is not of our making,
It was not invented by me.
The gentle melody was lulling, and Shuichi closed his eyes. In his mind, he saw Kaito, just as he’d promised, sending him greetings from orbit. A smile appeared on his face.
“Remembering something nice?”
Shuichi could feel the vibration of Kaito’s voice.
“Hard to say I’m remembering anything.”
“Then what is it?” Kaito shifted slightly, about to scratch the back of his head out of habit, but then remembered Shuichi and went still again.
“Aren’t you going to ask?”
“You’ll tell me if you want to.”
Shuichi exhaled and took Kaito’s hand, lacing their fingers together.
“Go to sleep if you’re tired. We won’t be there for a while.”
It's not by my design, days're racing after days,
And bringing either joy or grief to someone.
The world is so arranged, that all things are in play,
But later nothing can be changed by no one.
The quiet singing, the careful sound of strings, Kaito’s steady breathing.
Shuichi finally fell asleep.
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