...When you no longer need a protecting from me.
When you can sprout out by yourself, and learn from your own mistakes without me making an attempt to protect you, or to fix your injury.
When you can live your life without me, and wander the streets aimlessly, looking for a love you know you cannot receive.
Because luck and fate are horrible games, and you'll never be able to feel love ever again.
In the white world, everything is white. There are no such things as emotions, such as love, hatred, sadness, happiness, anger, envy, and so forth.
But because so many people want love, and so little to give out love, only to give out sadness,