Well, singing, or music... I think by nature it was always meant to convey something. So if there's something you want to say, don't you think you should try singing it?
It's impossible to feel exactly the same as someone else... but when you both care for each other, your hearts are able to draw a little closer together. I think that's what it means to make your hearts as one.
We lost. We got wiped out. We may be finished. Maybe it was all a waste. Like they always said... We're idiots who've wasted our time on something as pointless as games. Game junkies who never leave their houses. Vegetables. But who cares? We knew that all along. We knew it, and we do it anyway. But we love games. We chose this. And sometimes we'll win, and sometimes we'll lose. So what? We've dedicated our lives to it. So it's real!
*jumping on a guy* So you brought your boyfriend because I don't hit girls?How admirable of you.I'd like to make you mine, but sorry, you're not my type.So go home!
Forget him. Forget his name. Forget his face. Forget his kiss, his warm embrace. Forget the love that you once knew. Remember he has someone new. Forget him when they played your song. Remember you cried all night long. Forget how close you once were. Remember he has chosen her. Forget how you memorized his walk. Forget the way he used to talk. Forget the things he used to say. Remember he has gone away. Forget his laugh. Forget his grin. Forget the dimples on his chin. Forget the way he held you tight. Remember he's with her tonight. Forget the time that went so fast. Forget the love that moved, it's past. Forget he said he'd leave you never. Remember he has gone forever...
There is only one person who you can each truly love. It’s too bad that you can’t change who that person is. If you could, the you both would be a lot happier.
There are countless ingredients that make up the human body and mind, like all the components that make up me as an individual with my own personality. Sure, I have a face and voice to distinguish myself from others, but my thoughts and memories are unique only to me, and I carry a sense of my own destiny. Each of those things are just a small part of it. I collect information to use in my own way. All of that blends to create a mixture that forms me and gives rise to my conscience.
Sorry, I've had enough of running away, Sophie. Now I've got something I want to protect. It's you.
I am, Jiraiya, the epitome of manliness! I shall fall for no woman's wiles! When you're me, you only need to flash that sexiness to have women fall at your feet.
For everything you wish, you have to pay an equal price in return. You can't get more or give more. You can't get less or give less. It must be in balance, or else there will be chaos.
God, just how long are they going to squabble over such pointless things? They are all the same in my eyes. Nothing but a bunch of trash. Light and Darkness. Good and Evil. Poison and Antidote. Winning and Losing. Strength and Weakness. Black and White. Success and Failure. Happiness or Sorrow... They're all the same after all. Why hasn't everyone realized this already...