Now everything is reminding them of just how wrong they truly were. All they did was for others, akin to sewing a wedding dress for someone else, and all of it serves as a reminder of their laughable past.
"Afraid! Maybe that's it. We cannot simply disregard life and death. If we could really get past it, and miss some things, we would know we've done well, but right now we cannot cast aside life and death. Because we are mortal beings, not poets with noble spirits. I can't give up on what I think in my heart, and I can't even give up on the person I cherish the most."
Mistakes, others don't want to bring them up, and neither do they. They are unwilling to believe they have made mistakes, nor are they willing to believe in what they should do. They always feel that all these things are because they are unusual, and they see themselves as nothing but clowns.
