At this point, we slowly raised our heads from the cigarettes, with tears in our eyes that we had not wiped dry in the past. Each puff was choked by the smoke and the light of the fire. The second when he was about to lower his head and shed tears, he slowly raised his hand and silently wiped the tears. I remembered a lyric I heard when I was sixteen when I first started to fall in love. Whenever I raise my head for you, even the tears feel free.
Intention: I bet your gun has no bullets