"Kiss, while your red lips are still there, when he is still waiting silently, when you are still in love, romantic and innocent, hold the hand that has not been stained by the world, fall into his eyes, ignore the worries of the world..."
This is a story about choice.
Love. War. Home and country. Justice. Which one is more important?
When the dust settles, can that crystal-like heart remain as it was when we first saw it?
Conception: