"It has finally ceased, that's good. I thought that the land would never be the same again, well....almost the same. The war has finally ended right, Wolfram?" said Yuri. Wolfram looked at him and smiled, "You're right, and it's all thanks to you." Yuri started to blush at the nice words, but he blushed even harder when Wolfram embraced him. "Now it's time to begin our new lives together. Okay, Yuri!!" said Wolfram. Yuri didn't answer, but started to recite something that he had heard once; at a time when he was just a little boy, trying to find his way.
Burning red, the sky cries,
Tears of sorrow
Fall, washing away the lies.
Continually, she cries;
As if drowning our false grins.
Cleansing these bodies,
Of evil sins.
The long awaited flood,
That will stanch the flow of blood.
Is this the reason why,
For her to have to cry?
Or is it something different?
Must be bad, to have her constant lament.
On a quest for the answers,
Thoughts amid the mind, shaped as dancers.
Questions form, and answers appear.
Seeking things so crystal clear.
The trail of hope has surface,
All feelings are no longer malice.
An era of peace and tranquility begins,
As the hatred is destroyed with the sins.
Yuri breathed in, "Yes, now it's time to begin anew." Wolfram looked back up at him, "What did you say?" Yuri replied, "Oh, it's nothing. Let's go home." The headed down the road for the long journey home.