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I hope my fists can fight for two
I hope my love can blind you
I hope my arms can bind you

I cried after watching this. I wasn't sure of what I was feeling.

Nostalgia.
Guilt.
Reality.
Pathos.
Joyance.

I wasn't sure.

"I'm watching football with my buddy"
We can't meet.

I wasn't sure.

"I'm going for a movie with my boyfriend. I can't come too"
We can't meet.

I wasn't sure.

"I'm going for an interview now. We'll talk later."
We can't meet.

I wasn't sure.

An empty carpark washed in sunlight, drowned in the noise of the city.

There's nothing like running through the fields with your rifle in hand, a world's weight of equipment on your back, your buddies by your side, and no end in sight.

I am sure.

Zo Peng - http://youtube.com/watch?v=8qGAU7VTExg