>>5528419It's been quite a while since I saw him last. Everything he asked me by this time was "when will you bloom daddy? The flowers in our garden already bloomed. Cherrytrees already are blooming. Why doesn't daddy bloom too?"
I remember my last words to him like it was yesterday. - "Once a flower withers, there is no way for it to bloom again."
That's when I decided to leave my family.
To go to war.
To die here, in this pointless conflict of two nations.
To let a better man take my place. To let a blooming flower take the place of this old withered one...
