Master, you don’t belong to this world anymore; you left your mark on me. I used to deem your behavior towards this little disciple of yours to be cynical and manipulative. Master, look at me, I eventually hit maturity at the end of my ten’s cohort.
Oh Guru! You are the first reason of this youth’s endeavor. Sure, my outer look well-matched yours but I’ve never applied your doctrine in my daily life. I mean look, I hit the right path now.
Old man, you warned me not to fall in this masked world’s debauchery; however, many elusive parts of me still stymie. Sorry my elder, it turns out that I was infatuated with Amy but I swear to heaven, she treated me with great amiability.
Then came my twenty’s canon, someone who inspires loyalty turned me on. Athena, my apprenticeship’s sun, I guess this time I crossed the line, the bond of our principles; could you let your son slide this time and give him another chance to overcome his passion and affection for Manon. I hit hell’s fire.
God of the deceased, why? I wonder….how could you let my master die regardless of his serenity, his wisdom, his mind free of this world’s lies? My heart burst out into tears and cries; skeptical thought ridden, “am I doomed?”.
This flower will never bloom into a lovely rose.