She was like the wind, soft and gentle like the spring caressing your face, but fierce and destructive as an autumn typhoon . With a mocking smile and humble eyes she will walk by your side, never letting go. For you, her soft and fragile hands will carry a sword until they bleed, and I'll be there to help them scar. When her limbs go numb and her will trembles, I'll carry her sword until my hands turn crimson red, to never let go.