I hit something. Alright.

If fate is a millstone, we are the grist. There is nothing we can do. So I wish for strength. If I cannot protect them from the wheel,then give me a strong blade, and enough strength, to shatter fate

i am a trickster who doesn't know solitude

Do you know why the big brother is born first? It’s to protect the little brothers and sisters that come after him. A brother telling his sister, "I’ll kill you"... You never, ever say something like that.

Don't die. Don't die! You don't have to win. You don't have to keep trying! Just don't get hurt anymore, please!

Live a good long life. Grow old and die after I do. And if you can, die laughing.

Blooming under a cold moon, we are like fireworks... Rising, shining, and finally scattering and fading. So until that moment comes when we vanish like fireworks... Lets us sparkle brightly, Always.