Their sufferings may no longer have words, but i remember them well. Without looking back at this anger that will never cease to be, i will keep running forward in chase of those ahead of us. One after another, their voices disappear into the raging flames. With the burden of these interwoven fates on our backs, and in our determination, regrets, prayers, and anger, we will soak our hands, yearning for only one thing. The lives of those we've lost are lost forever. But toyed with by fate we may be, we will never take our eyes off tomorrow.

All in search of the answer we seek in this world —