You Don't Fight For Peace Sister,' Nahara

The Best Way To Die Is When Your Living

You Are Only Worthy Of What You Prove Yourself To Be.

Real Love, After All, Was Worth The Price You Paid, However Briefly It Might Last.

The Moon Is Always Jealous Of The Heat Of The Day, Just As The Sun Always Longs For Something Dark And Deep.

That's The Way Love Sounds, My Mother Told Me. You Think It Should Feel Like Honey, But Instead It Cuts Like A Knife.