The rising of dawn illuminates all the darkness. But he inadvertently brought another destruction to the world.
The broken glass flute slept quietly at the bottom of the lake, becoming the only tranquility in the world.
Thinking back on the glorious days of those years is so nostalgic, and that casual smile has become my most precious memory.
The final regret is that it was destroyed by my own hands. I deeply remember that bloody memory and your last message...