Why do we make war beautiful?
Why has it become so important?
Haven’t you had enough of personal wars—
the ones we fight together, too?

A sword tears my heart from within,
its sharp edge craving blood.
Touch it, and cry —
because of Lady Death.

When I die, I’ll curse the world.
I’m kidding. You can’t do that.
You must send light and peace
to killers, robbers, and others.

What’s the benefit of it, you ask?
But tell me —
what benefit comes from war?