It is dreamed, but certainly it did happen once.
The young warrior who flew over the banisters like a bird,
And the warrior-monk who followed, like a tornado.
A hero's tale full of romance, the duo's meeting known to all.
This is not my past.
But, I must remember it as mine.
For when I talk of this to someone, someday.
For this lie, to be falsely glorified as a proud truth.