When young people grow up....they shine so much that old people want to avert their gaze.

If I were rain, That joins sky and earth that otherwise never touch, Could I join two hearts as well?

Remember this well. There are two kind of fights. As long as we place ourselves in battle, we must always know the difference: fights to defend life... and fights to defend pride.

We are all like fireworks. We climb, shine and always go our separate ways and become further apart. But even if that time comes, let's not disappear like a firework, and continue to shine... forever.

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

War is not heroic. War is not exhilarating. War is full of despair. It is dark. It is dreadful. It is a thing of sorrow and gloom. That is why people fear war. That is why people choose to avoid it. ~Izuru Kira

I hate loneliness, but it loves me.