Sometimes, I have dreams of what life would have been like if I wasn't chosen to receive the armor of Torrent. Would the world and my friends have been better off with someone else that wore my armor? I wonder if I will ever figure out why me, out of millions of people was chosen to take on such a heavy burden. I know it sounds like I'm being selfish. I'm not, it's just that I've never been one much for fighting. I have a feeling that it knows what's in my heart. It knows that I carry these questions in my head ever since I first donned the armor. Then why does it keep pushing me to fight? Is it trying to tell me something?
Trust my body to float in twilight.
While walking that day's vision.
Within the sunset's glow, I hurry home.
Again seeing off the group of suits.
I mean, I do understand why my friends and I are the only ones that are blessed and at the same time, cursed to wear these armors. As long as our souls and the spirits of the armors are connected, then we'll always have to fight. There's no other way to look at it. We've all seen what a corrupted soul can do when they're promised power beyond their imagination. I wonder, how can they give up their humanity just because the promise of power was dangled in front of them like some sort of prize. Do their souls actually mean so little to them?
What miles to that place to board the dancing wind?
You don't know where you are, breathing the serenade.
Secretly inviting you to the gentle night.
When the fight between good and evil commence, it seems like we forget what's important in our own lives and get caught up in the fighting. Is all of the pain and suffering we go through, as well as the haunting memories that will never leave us worth it? I'm not saying that we should just ignore what's going on and live our own way while the corrupted go around and do what they please. I'm just saying, why won't people just look inside of themselves and see what's really going on? We create our own misery, and the corrupted pick up on it and feed off of the ignorance and the negative feelings people carry inside themselves.
Reserved gentlemen on the other side of the lane.
Growing old on the path of drinking up gin.
The moon shines on a row of poplars.
The long shadow image reflects the past.
Holding the container while swaying in a dream.
The struggling journey's end lala serenade.
If it's a sweet lonely night, that's also good.
As long as there will be good, there will be evil. A balance must be maintained. Maybe that's what my armor is trying to tell me. Maybe I wasn't ready to listen, I didn't want to accept the responsibility of trying to keep that balance in check. But now, after this last fight, maybe after all this time, I'm finally ready to listen. I'm ready to do what's needed in order to keep the human in humanity. It's time for me to step up and stand ready to fight along with my friends. After all, we are ronin warriors.
What miles to that place to board the dancing wind?
You don't know where you are, breathing the serenade.
Holding the container while swaying in a dream.
The struggling journey's end lala serenade.
If it's a sweet lonely night, that's also good.
