I played basketball with my platoon mates last thursday.
It affected me so much, but I don't know why.
and I'm perplexed by my revelation.
Maybe it makes me realise that I could no longer truly enjoy my long-time love.
There's no more team.
No more hardship.
No more brotherhood.
Nothing to fight for...
Now then I realise how lucky I was to have the team accepting me.
Twice in my life I've abondoned this love.
But I was granted a second chance, a second life; twice.
Now, it's all ended.
I'll miss that life.
