(Katekyo Hitman Reborn: First Generation) Reflected Flames

Who once said that tonight's brilliant lights were a reflected river of stars? Who still remembers the girl softly singing after the rain gave way to clear skies? Who saw pride shattered beneath the pale moonlight? In a quiet alley, was it a chance encounter or fate? Does the old jukebox still play that tearjerking song? In the great cathedral, the figure that once knelt in prayer is gone. Even though she has forgotten him, she still can't stop crying at his grave. Though he still remembers her, he no longer wipes away those burning tears. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Ahem, I love Xuan Wei so much that I decided to start a separate story for her. You could call it Part Two of Please Call My Name. Link: