Humanity itself is meaningless, but “we” gave ourselves meaning.

You have made a decision. It is the wrong one. I love you.

If I could do everything, there would be no such thing as a “necessary sacrifice”. I can’t fix the past, but you can still change the present.

I'm not smart enough to go to space, this is the closest to touching the night sky I could get. Give me a second chance, please.

I’ve finally understood what remembering every moment in my past means to me. Some memories have burned out, but they left distinct and permanent marks on me all the same.

I am solitary lights in an empty city. What are you?

If over my grave some day thou seest grow, In the grassy sod, a humble flower. Draw it to thy lips and kiss my soul so

Rain falls a thousand times No footprints of come-and-go You who once went by Where will you belong?

“The hands that cradled your face and tilted it upwards to kiss your forehead are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood.” “But they cradled me, yes?”

Dear Mr. or Ms., I’m scared of the uncertain future. These sunny afternoons are perhaps more frightening than a war-torn tomorrow.

Hero… Please don't lie. Especially to yourself. Pretending that you're not hurt or that you don't need help— That kind of lie is very dangerous. You'll only ever be able to get rid of it by being honest about, and with, your feelings.

You have to understand— I don't want to be doing this. Saving the world doesn't appeal to me. It's pointless!

and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing.

It was a song about the grass beneath his feet and the sweet scent of flowers in his lungs. It was a song about war and ruin, and grief and loss, and the nightmares that still managed to take him by surprise even when he was awake, and living anyway.

Unknown, not even the Buddha and his enlightenment Could ever understand something that’s already gone and spent Is it me or is it the world that is the broken one that withers away? Too late living here the same never was an option anyway

And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better.

It’s alright if we forget everything that happened here as long as we can still create new memories. Let’s leave together.

I had a long, long dream. I dreamed that you and I met again in the pure white world that we created.

Trading sacrifices for so-called victories. It’s unacceptable. Give her back to me!

and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing.

Eternity is far too cruel a fate for you. Not only have you stopped paying attention to the world, but you have stopped paying attention to yourself.

Unborn life, unfulfilled wishes, Tragic dreams at the edge of the universal darkness that could never come true, Indwell my body, and descend unto this world.

If a liar… ah no, a con-artist did not hide their own lies… Can you call that honesty?

No one is home. And you get the feeling that no one ever will be.

Unborn life, unfulfilled wishes, Tragic dreams at the edge of the universal darkness that could never come true, Indwell my body, and descend unto this world.

Have you ever thought about a world where everything is the same… Except you don't exist? Everything functions perfectly without you. Ha, ha... The thought terrifies me.

You have made a decision. It is the wrong one. I love you.

It was a song about the grass beneath his feet and the sweet scent of flowers in his lungs. It was a song about war and ruin, and grief and loss, and the nightmares that still managed to take him by surprise even when he was awake, and living anyway.

I am solitary lights in an empty city. What are you?

It was an interlude, nothing more, and they were on the same side again. This was right. This was their fate, no matter what else was dictated.

It’s alright if we forget everything that happened here as long as we can still create new memories. Let’s leave together.

But my envy is real. It’s a matter of mentality. You’d long for possibilities once you’re used to monotonous beauty. Every once in a while, I’d fantasize what I would look like if I had a chance to grow older.

Just think of this as a dream. Everyone has to move on after waking up. There’s no need to fear farewell. Because waving goodbye to the past is the first step towards the future.

Decay exists as an extant form of life.

It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.

If rescuing you is a sin, I’ll gladly become a sinner.

Even though everyone’s flame eventually gives out, whether it is suddenly extinguished, or gradually fades away. But life has never been about the past or future. To use the language of this place, I think it’s— “It’s always in the present tense.”

and the universe said I love you because you are love.

It was a song about love and all the ways to say it: sacrifice and a cup of hot tea waiting at his desk, chess during the lazy days and music during the hard ones, leaving and staying, remembering and forgetting. It was a song about family, born or made or found or rediscovered.

Unborn life, unfulfilled wishes, Tragic dreams at the edge of the universal darkness that could never come true, Indwell my body, and descend unto this world.

Then one day, a voice said to the light: “Why what an ungrateful world... You must be so unhappy.” The light asked what it meant. “You are not loved,” The voice replied.

You have to understand— I don't want to be doing this. Saving the world doesn't appeal to me. It's pointless!

It’s alright if we forget everything that happened here as long as we can still create new memories. Let’s leave together.

And every one a tragedy: but how many were there? Who were those people? What were they like? In what way did they die? We do not know. We never know. The way I told it, the story doesn’t even care about them.

What has been said is true: everything humanity feared was brought by me and realized by me. For which, fate is not to blame. I know my sin, and my sin precedes me.

If I am to be an ocean, you have nurtured me into a pond. My waters are shallow and murky, and I yearn for more perspective.

Have you ever thought about a world where everything is the same… Except you don't exist? Everything functions perfectly without you. Ha, ha... The thought terrifies me.

Then one day, a voice said to the light: “Why what an ungrateful world... You must be so unhappy.” The light asked what it meant. “You are not loved,” The voice replied.

I’ve finally understood what remembering every moment in my past means to me. Some memories have burned out, but they left distinct and permanent marks on me all the same.

Unborn life, unfulfilled wishes, Tragic dreams at the edge of the universal darkness that could never come true, Indwell my body, and descend unto this world.