Hey, let's see. Let me ask you if your writing is good. Can you provide: ↓ The scars of time are mottled like oil paintings, and the sunset turns?

It may not be luggage, but anyone has something precious in his arms, but he will never notice it when he has it. I noticed that it was heavy, but that was when everything slipped out of my hand.

The moon will never set in the west tonight. Only this dream, no longer wake up. From now on, I will always be with you and swear for you.

The last moon finally brought you to see me, but I'm sorry, wait and wait, night sakura and I have faded. ...

No change, the ups and downs of the stars and the moon have not changed your voice and smile, and the burning of night sakura has not withered and withered to dilute your thoughts.

"The sky? Country? It doesn't matter if I give it to you I'm busy enough just protecting what's in front of me. I can't do it. How much has been lost so far is incalculable. I have nothing anyway. When I see something that has fallen, I will naturally pick it up and save it. "

Even if it is reduced to ashes, the blade is still intact.

You said I couldn't protect anything

No, even this damn sword has something to protect!

No matter how many times you curse me, no matter how many times these hands will destroy the world ... my world cannot be defeated!

If this is the karma I have to bear, I will bear it myself no matter how many times.

Your little curse,

No matter how many times, I will bear it with my body.

The so-called tears are convenient things that can wash away pain and sadness together as long as they flow out. However, one day, when we grow up, we will understand that no matter how many tears we have, we will encounter endless sadness that cannot be washed away and precious pain that can never be washed away with tears. So the more powerful people want to cry, the more they laugh. No matter the pain or sadness, I will hold my chest. Even so, they must go forward with them with a smile.