Be firm for the great noon.
Be firm for the great noon.
"Why is it so tight?"
Charcoal once said to Diamond.
"Aren't we close relatives?"
Why are you so soft?
Why are you so fragile, humiliating, and docile?
Why are there so many denials and denials in your minds? Why do your eyes only see such trivial fate?
How can you create if you do not wish to become a relentless destiny?
In other words, creators are hard. Therefore, you should consider it supreme happiness to stamp your hands over thousands of years, like wax.
It should be considered as supreme happiness to write on the will of thousands of years, harder than bronze and nobler than bronze, as if written on bronze.
Only the noblest is perfectly solid.
it will be hard
my will! The turn of all adversity! My necessity!
Protect me from every trivial victory!
What I call fate, the providence of my soul!
The one in me! The one above me!
Please protect and cherish me for my great destiny.
my will!
Save the last greatness for the ultimate. Only then can we act relentlessly in victory.
Who did not yield to his victory!
Whose eyes were not clouded in this intoxicating twilight! Whose feet staggered in triumph and forgot to stand upright!
To be ready and mature to someday meet the great noon, to be ready and mature like glowing bronze, like a cloud embracing lightning, like a swelling breast.
Be prepared for myself, and for my most secret will, like a bow burning with lust in search of his arrow, like an arrow burning with lust in search of his star.
Like a mature star ready for its noonday, like a happy star pierced by the sun's all-annihilating arrow.
Like the sun itself and its relentless will, ready to annihilate for victory.
Will, the turn of all adversity. My necessity!
Save me for one big win!
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