When the sword broke the rocks,
They cannot escape their sealed fates.
When he first saw her blonde locks,
The slumbering sheath finally awakes.
Damn the death, his blood spills.
Fate or faith, his wound heals.
Her whirlwind wreathes,
Echoes the eternal chord:
“You are my sheath,
And I am your sword.”
by dimshit
------趁着最近看hf，又看了一遍fsn。。。每每想到那句「シロウは、私の鞘だったのですね。（原来士郎是我的剑鞘啊。）」，就感动得不行。觉得快不敢再看了，实在受不了，写几行咒语抒怀一下哈~