What kind of sword was that? It cut through the dawn and brought darkness. What kind of person is that? A sweet smile one moment turns into deadly poison the next. She pierces your heart like a sword and leaves without any trace. She is like ice freezing the scorching sun like fire, standing alone on the highest peak overlooking everything... She is as free and friendly as a dandelion, and as fleeting as a dandelion. The love of dandelion fades away with a touch of sadness...