You were born before I was born, but I was born before you were old.
What is lacking between you and me is always just a life.
Falling into the arena of two people, falling into the fight of thousands of troops.
Love and hate are never clear.
If you want to get your heart, you have to give your heart. However, you forget that you and I have no heart at all.
(This article and "Sword Falling Flowers" are a series of articles, but they are independent stories. I hope you like it)
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