The moon is my only companion among the nights, my two swords are always available to retaliate, but from this path I seek to move away. My oath is to protect justice against everything I dare to confront, even if for this my life I should sacrifice. As much as I seek peace, war always finds me and drags me back to hell. The cherry blossoms fall and stain the floor pink, and with my sword I pinch with vivid red that I draw from my enemies. But where will this come from? I just want to live in peace, but the sword is and always has been the fate of a Samurai.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 9:22 PM UTC
The moon is my only companion among the nights, my two swords are always available to retaliate, but from this path I seek to move away. My oath is to protect justice against everything I dare to confront, even if for this my life I should sacrifice. As much as I seek peace, war always finds me and drags me back to hell. The cherry blossoms fall and stain the floor pink, and with my sword I pinch with vivid red that I draw from my enemies. But where will this come from? I just want to live in peace, but the sword is and always has been the fate of a Samurai.
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