I care the moral affects.
The pulling force of an elastic charge.
Ready to fly high with dreams.
The push pressure from a silent spitful tone.
Ready to sacrifice at the turning point.
On the otherside,
He was calculating each move worth.
By ahead of agression and a conqurer's heart.
How the way he check mate with pride.
And I wonder the draws of elder's back beckon bones,
of a war story.
It had became a philosophy of father's destiny.
And every rooky's dream for a rank in history.
Fore I repeat the sango tales.
How the cunning drive the fellow mad,
to challenge the one master piece.
And my hope are the draws of each cross.