少年の頃、燃え尽きる星を見た。

速やかに迷いなく、
かすかな跡だけを残して消えていく流星を。
多くの友はそこに刹那の悲しみを見た。
胸に飛来したのは静かな確信。

“この身はあの星のように、
　若くして全てを使い、そして消える”

気がつけば頬は緩んでいた。
それはいい。とてもいい戦士としての運命だと、
幼いながらも受け入れていた。

I saw a shooting star when I was a boy.

It was fast and without hesitation.
Many friends witnessed this and were saddened by its ephemeral flash.
At that moment, a quiet assurance has struck my heart.

"My body will be like that star, burning away at a young age, and then disappear."

Next thing I knew I was smiling.
I had accepted the fact even as a young boy, that all great warriors are destined to perish like that star.