In the end, only three thing are left to us, three thing that can never
be taken away.

Sweet Memory for time gone by, all we've lost and all we've gained,
time of pleasue, times of pain.

Bitter Sorrow for the past, our lives regrets which always last.

Bitting Thorn, the pain of life, cuts the soul more deeply than a knife.

Despite the Thorn, despite the Sorrow, we going on marching to to'morrow,
Heading to some distant shore, where the pain will come no more.

There are moments which out shine the Sun, and it is these moments that we
all live for, for good or ill, and these moments that give us the strength
to carry ever on, for these are the times when the pain is more distant,
and the sorrow less strong.

In the end, we are the sum of our experiences in life, and in this we are
all one.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Daedalan, in the year 230 AF.