Blooming under a cold moon, we are like fireworks...
Rising, shining, and finally scattering and fading.
So until that moment comes when we vanish like fireworks...
Lets us sparkle brightly,
Always...

A crossroad. What a pain in the ass spot to end up in. (Abarai Renji, Bleach)

There we go again, old men and their stupid arguments. What a pain.
~Toshiro Hitsugaya

Ah, Kurosaki, I see you've finally realized the importance of a cape.
~Uryu Ishida

We think a flower on a cliff is beautiful
Because we stop our feet at the cliff's edge
Unable to step out into the sky
Like that fearless flower
--Sosuke Aizen,Flower on the Precipice

Red like blood
White like bone
Red like solitude
White like silence
Red like the beastly instinct
White like a god's heart
Red like thawing hatred
White like a frozen, pained cry
Red like the night's hungry shadows
Like a sigh piercing the moon
it shines white and shatters red