التواصل الإجتماعي, كتابة
There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the god
Hero of the dawn, healer of worlds
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh
My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the god
My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honour remain
The arrow has left the
Broly لم يقيم بعد.