After all, tomorrow is another day!
We become the most familiar strangers.

Later, respectively, wander and suffer sorrow.
Land is the only thing in the world worth working for, worth fighting for, worth dying for. Because it’s the only thing that lasts.

I wish I could be more like you.
Whatever comes, I'll love you, just as I do now. Until I die.
Now I find myself in a world which for me is worse than death. A world in which there is no place for me.