People are just the same. They like me if they need me, but once I'm useless, they abandon me. To survive, I need to be useful

Men only know if you tell them. Even though you probably want them to just know, they won't.

On that day, we couldn't reach the conclusion whose hero is the strongest. And today when we are 41 years old, we can protect neither the Earth nor the women we love. We are now just the anti-heroic men, struggling with everyday life. Those boys wo wanted to become heroes... where did they all go? Whose heroes can we become at the end?

Boys don't mature. They just age. But aged boys know how to flow with a different destination, and to shine with different color.

I miss her, but I don't want to see her.