Maybe my dream has been lost, I can no longer be a glorious pilot, and I can no longer fly the mecha I dreamed of. But I will always remember that when the space fighter flew through the universe, it accompanied me into enemy lines and allowed me to create miracles again and again. I will always remember that when my heart passed away with that family-like person, I swore that I would inherit his will and pass on his dreams.
I have a dream, and my dream has taken off. I will believe that one day I will solemnly say to him far away in heaven: Brother, heaven witnesses! I swept across the stars with a space fighter. Your dream is my dream.
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I heard that you are in the distance, and I set out to travel thousands of miles. I blew the wind that you blew. Is this considered an embrace? I walked on the road you walked on. Is this considered a meeting? I like you like the sun rising in the east, no matter day or night. I like you like clouds floating thousands of miles away, never resting.
I heard that you are in the distance, and I set out to travel thousands of miles. I blew the wind that you blew. Is this considered an embrace? I walked on the road you walked on. Is this considered a meeting? I like you like the sun rising in the east, no matter day or night. I like you like clouds floating thousands of miles away, never resting.