For my history? Was it a line extending forward? Or rather a circle, going round and round?

If fate is a wheel, we are the cogs that drive it.
We have no choice but to believe that this wheel is flawless and forge on ahead.
The power of the individual cogs and their destinations and the blade that is bought upon them.

People hate those who are different from themselves.

But I still protect them becasue I want to.
I'll place my soul on the line!

People sought the power to change their fate.
I sought the turn of fate

No, the wheels is not just revolving. Each time it's touched by the light of the sun and moon.
The world is always changing into something new.
If there is one thing that does not change. It is my lack of power

I can see spirit. I am touched by them. I can speak with them.
Sometimes they just disapeear like that. I'm not sure why.
Sometime all that remains is a blood stain that only I can see, along with a vague feeling resembling pain.
No matter how strong I become, I cannot protect them.

When I think of this, my heart is like a blade.

If you attained too much power, you could only be controlled by it.
And in the end, maybe your only option was to destroy yourself.

Its revolving. Revolving...

If fate is a wheel, then we are the sand that is crushed between the cogs.
We are helpless.
All we want is power.

Even if we can't protect others by extending our hands, we desire a blade for those hands to grasp.
The power to crush one's fate must look like a blade swinging down.
Is my power the power to crush fate?
Or will I be swallowed up by this power?

There's no point in dwelling on this.
This power is to protect others. That's just fine.

Does history repeat like a never ending circle or is it a line extendingg forward?
And if it is a circle, hould we break free or resign ourselves to our fate?

Revolving, huh?

Reminded of my strong and special roots by my father. Guess I have to do what a man got to do.