When I was young, I always longed to stand shoulder to shoulder with you.
Now I've finally done it, but all that remains between us is three feet of cold, dazzling steel.
Perhaps it means nothing to you, because you knew this day would come: that I would return to you in utter disgrace.
But when I look back on those green years of youth, no matter what, all I see is your gentle smile.
Theme:
When I saw this sentence "I will never meet again", I thought that we would never meet again. I felt so sad and decided to change it to my reader's name...
Being ruthless is not as painful as being passionate. . . . .