It's not who's the best; it's who's better at it.
No one can execute a perfect plan, that's why a perfect plan can't be created in the first place.
I don't know what to do about this, but I know sooner or later a solution will come up to me, because time has to move on.
Except God, everything in this world is relative, and that's why life cannot exist without death, peace cannot be craved without war, and love cannot be born without hate.
But maybe there is one more, just one.
Because no matter what happens, I just want to hold on to you.
When I'm with you, I don't know if it's love, because I don't know what to hate;
when I'm with you, I don't know if I'm at peace, because I can't remember how to fight;
when I'm with you, I don't know if I'm still alive, because death has lost its meaning to me.
Once I made a wish: I would like to pass away in your embrace, and in my next incarnation, let me be born into your arms.

But I know, all it means is nothing but a distant utopia.
I have to move on, because I was born to journey;
I have to forget, because the world still needs war to remind me of peace;
I have to die, because no one lives forever.
And, I have to remember that you're nothing more than a symbol of perfection.
A holy land never to be reached by mortals.
A shooting star leaving only an eye-pricking flash.
A wound only to be healed by death.

I'm sorry I've been weak,
I regret it I'm still young,
I am disappointed I can't reach out to you,
and I hate myself for everything I can't do.
I swear to myself that I'll come back,
and I'll be a different person when I return,
but when that happens,
you'll still be you, but someone I can no longer recognize.

Some say a journeyer never stops,
whether it's a nice view, a comfy inn, an unexpected reward, or a beautiful person.
He walks on, towards only the ultimate truth, the absolute treasure, the pristine neverland.
And when he treads upon it, he will die in content.

This must be my fate,
and I'm here to accept it.
I'm glad I spot you today,
but tomorrow I'll leave it to a chamber in my heart, never to be opened again.

Next morning, when I wake up from my eternal dream of this life,
let's meet again in that boundless grassfield connected to the horizon,
in that verdant forest bathed in the sunshine,
in that flowing brook only known to the two of us.