I realized that I could never be the best, so I decided to find the man that could and serve by his side.Whether it’s good or bad, it’s so unfortunate to wake up during a dream.just because one's been born is the sort of notion that I hate. A dream can make a man feel alive, or it can kill him instead.For me, a true friend is one who stands equal on those terms. He would never hesitate to fight for his dream, even against me. And, he would have to put his heart and soul into protecting his dream.
A person with the potential to be my true friend must be able to find his reason for life without my help. It is my perception that a true friend never relies on another’s dream.It's something you do for yourself, not for others. a friend would find his own reason to live. A friend would not just follow another's dream.If I were dead back there, there would be nothing. Where am I going? If I just collapsed back there I would be better off.
they have all been illuminated by sparks.
they'll bring that small flame to a bigger fire. since they don't want to extinguish the small flame. People bring the small flames of their wishes together.People who perish in other’s battles are worms… If one can’t live their life the way they want, they might as well die.Why do you shrink back from these sights? If you were in a place of worship, you'd call them angels.And within me is the black berserker rage. But I don't have the time for that shit right now, like i would care about pissing contests between monsters. I can't say that I don't like stuff like that. So I guess you're like a mad dog that bit his master's hand.Monsters shouldn't call themselves warriors, you self-centered bastard.a temporary visitor, taking comfort from the flame. They look like a bonfire of dreams, don't they?. Looking from up here, it's as if each flame were a small dream, for each person.You both hold on to something, gambling with your very lives. In the end the winner is still the last man standing.If he grants me anything, then it's his to give and not my own. I don't want what another man can give me.Couldn't you settle for a smile, and a fond farewell?.I'd rather fight for my life than live it.As if he'd been yanked from before into the present unchanged. He appeared right in front of me, and he wasn't a demon.When you meet your God, tell him to leave me alone.You have the strongest armor, because you are the weakest!.But, what I truly hoped for then was here. I was too foolish and stubborn to notice. If you're always worried about crushing the ants beneath you.If you follow me, this is where you'll go. Those who have met their final destiny hanging between jealousy and regret. Strain your eyes at the darkness around us. Even if we painstakingly piece together something lost, it doesn't mean things will ever go back to how they were.A man draws his sword in order to protect the small wound deep in his heart, it was inflicted in the days long past at the farthest reach of his memories, a man wields his sword in order to depart life with a smile.When will man learn a way to control his soul? Man simply cannot forsake the beauty of his own chosen path. Providence may guide a man to meet one specific person, even if such guidance eventually leads him to darkness.The sorrow in the furthest reaches of one's memory. In pursuit for forgiveness one is destined to atone by living through agony and letting time slip away. In this world, there is a time that one is forever unable to retrieve.Even if the dream ruins his life, man cannot allow himself to leave it behind. In this world, is man ever able to possess anything more solid, than a dream? Each man is tortured by this dream, but the dream gives meaning to his life. Dreams, ambition, love, hope in this world, could the glories of a youthful heart be.Massive, thick, heavy, and far too rough.