“As he lay down, a slight sigh spilled from his thin lips. Most likely it was just his chest wound having its say. Of course, no one else would ever know for sure. D's sorrow, his joy, and his pain… — Hideyuki Kikuchi Copy Share Image
We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; Today will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man's lure. — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
