These fingers, laced with red strings. With that, the you as you are started, and the me as I am started.

And with that, the guilt started, as a kiss started.

Even if the time comes for mankind to lose the meaning of words, and the history we’ve told turns into lies, still this red string won’t tear away. No it won’t fade away.

And the beings that you called gods, with them existing over our heads, this history sang ‘I love you’. Alas, I’m calling out, for this to continue, to continue on. For this feeling to reach you.


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