Blaze Past like the West Wind!-

The dread in mind, the shiver down the spine, desire of the family.

With the roaring of the engine, the prologue begins.

My cat’s stuck in bed, filling me with dread

Weird rashes all over, her appetite getting lower

She’s 88 in human years

And 100 in no time once she gets better, no fears!

Old as a hag, she’s still my cute lil’ sis

Can’t even keep water down, she throws up with a hiss

Your big bro’s worried sick, your heart’s growin’ weak

Temperature goin’ down, I’m havin’ a breakdown!

Those phony docs nearby are no good

I’d rather go to the famous ones outside the ‘hood

I promise that I’ll <do everything in my power> to help my cat in her struggle!

Blazing past on <the overseas made? motorcycle I got for cheap from my senpai> [Zephyr 750]

Just like the west wind-!

As I sat on the porch amidst the fading rays of the sun

A cool breeze rang the <windbells>

And curled up on my lap, smelling faintly of summer grass

<My beloved cat>[Suzu] started purring and turned it into an <improvised jamming session>, lol!

The scenery around me flashes by and disappears

As I recall these ordinary memories, still vibrant in my mind

Damn, you got used to my engine sounds real quick

You really love natto more than fish, lol?

You’re serious about playing ball with that bro in the yard

Stop staring at a random corner in an empty room, it’s creepin’ me out lol

You love climbing up granny’s dresser, huh

Don’t look at me when I just got out of the shower lol

Hey...do you remember?

The <day you stumbled into my place>[day we first met]

To be frank…

I don’t really remember it myself

But anyways!

You were basically always by my side since then

From our very first memory-

As a little brat yawned on the porch on an Indian summer day

And curled up on my lap, with a faint scent of sunlight

<My beloved cat>[Suzu] opened her mouth wide and turned it into an <improvised harmony>, lol!

Before I knew it, I was at my destination

SUKUNA CAT CLINIC

I’m counting on you!

I’ve done everything within my power…

But I can’t just sit here twiddling my thumbs, so I turn to the divine…

If there’s even <the slightest chance of a cure>...

Stuffing my desperate wish into <the pocket of my rider’s jacket>...

I run up…

“This would’ve been a piece of cake on my motorcycle! What era are we in that you don’t have a damn ramp!?”