When the sword broke the rocks,

They cannot escape their sealed fates.

When he first saw her blonde locks,

The slumbering sheath finally awakes.

Damn the death, his blood spills.

Fate or faith, his wound heals.

Her whirlwind wreathes,

Echoes the eternal chord:

"You are my sheath,

And I am your sword."

by dimshit(这是我在贴吧的名字)

首发于百度贴吧，因为寒假看了hf，然后又看了一遍fsn，心里又开始难受了，每每想起「シロウは、わたしの鞘だったのですね。」这一句就受不了，写几行咒语抒怀一下哈！