Half moon.
Not a quarter moon, but a shadow.
A cold light passed by, and the sound of crows suddenly began.
This is the final battle: it is not you who perish, it is not me who survives.
But in front of me, it was him.
Brother, why, why do we kill each other?
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Brother, we can't die!
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Brother, does today have to be our death anniversary?
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Brother, brother, from now on you will be the star shining only for me in the sky, and I will be your only moon. From now on, we will never be separated again, never again...