He, his clothes are as black as ink but not stained by dust
He, his white clothes are better than the snow but dyed with youth
She is pure and kind and falls in love with Shura
She is full of love and hatred, but her clothes are cool
Why do the most beautiful people encounter the most cruel things? Why do you finally make up your mind but have no time to change? Why do we always miss each other again and again?
At the end of life, can there be a "what if" that allows them to start over?
If he hadn't missed it/he would still be clear/and he would have been pure white/if he hadn't missed it/the edge of his sword would not have penetrated his chest/if there were ifs/maybe they could start over again/but/missing is missing, there is no if.
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