The flag fell, the hero withered, and it was April on earth, and I forgot to bring my sword home; Los Angeles is full of romance, purple and golden splendor, once dead. Fight in the northwest, kill cowboys, kill dragons and put out fires, and break the green kai with white blades; After twenty years of ambition and heroism, I no longer wait for this body.
The most beautiful thing in life is to meet for the first time and be sure at a glance. You are surprised by time, but you lose it. Goodbye, youth! Goodbye, hero! Thank you Kobe!