They're dancing in the shadows like whispers of love…

War that seems to have no end like a nightmare that haunts those fragile dreams when will you end? Enemies by words but really are siblings by blood. Fighting each other, killing each other. Families torn by this nightmare, children’s future from solid to dust. When will you be satisfied? All of them fantasize because of you and…

…just dreaming about they’re once free as dove.

From My HIME OST "It's Only the Fairytale They Believe"