Loneliness Turns to Sorrow, Sorrow Wears Away the Years

I think everyone has a youth, don't they? No one skips straight to old age. We, scattered across the world, came here and learned to cherish one another, relying on each other to survive. Broken fragments, just a few words... Loneliness became sorrow, and sorrow became the years of our youth. From this moment on, I hope to watch over love and those abandoned by it, and to cherish love. Hold it dear...