Serizawa Duck:
live on
dog
If you try your best to survive
One day you will understand
Ryunosuke:
In fact, I already understood
Just
Can't catch it anymore
This article is 1v1, the Lord accepts it, Uncle Duck will be whitewashed, HE
I haven't watched Hakuouki before the protagonist is reborn, so I don't know the plot.
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PS: I am not very knowledgeable about Japanese history. The article contains numerous bugs. Professionals, please spray lightly. If you really can't stand it, just click the red X in the upper right corner. Little novice, fragile heart.
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The tenderness of confusion and love is lingering on individual dreams, and the dreams of prosperity and broken flowers are scattered between hands.
Alone, I miss the unruly wind, letting my tears disappear into the spring rain
I swung my sword resolutely in the chaotic wind and rain, even if I cut off everything, I would never be tenacious.
Holding on to his life, he waved his hissing bloody sword out of its sheath, and the snowflakes splashed, making it cruel and enchanting
As the tide rises, all boats lift. With the turmoil of time, ghosts and gods will change their expressions upon hearing this obituary.
The wind and clouds, the shadows of the troubled times, despise life, the moon chatters, the blood on the plate is like a demonic shadow, the eyes are full of devastation
Raising the sword, at the moment when I turned into a ghost, who else could remember, and what did I protect in the first place?
What is the incomprehensible persistence? Is it really as cold-blooded and weird as the slander says?
There is only one reason for being strong and ruthless. In troubled times, you want to protect something.
Only by turning into a ghost can you cure the disease. Don't try to attract the cowardice that has been given up.
Harden your heart for that illusory future. Once you give up, once you admit defeat, there will be no more opportunities.
There is no other choice but to trust in those bloodthirsty hands and that bloody knife.
Give up the last cowardice in your heart, when will it end?
Tiredness has already made my heart numb and hard to look at
If there were other choices, would I be so disappointed?
So tired of that loneliness
Who can remember the moment when I resolutely raised my sword and turned into a ghost?
What did you protect in the first place?
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