Shinta,
Battousai the Manslayer, Kenshin Himura: Wanderer
The breeze that
blow through my hair in the spring,
The one who holds me at night.
The only one who makes me feel the safest,
The
one that fights for me,
His soul and mine,
So tied together,
Fighting to keep our hold in the world,
I
know it's not right,
To kill so many,
But for those people who killed his past,
Made him kill,
Be an assassin,
Forced
Shinta down and made Battousai the manslayer,
This is their
mistake,
Making a killer that chilled the blood of men,
Even
those who were strong,
His spirit is special,
Three people have died inside of him,
Shinta,
And Battousai,
Now as he lays in my arms,
The man who once held me in his own,
He dies to be where he will no longer be haunted with the death of her,
Or the death of himself.