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The red thread makes love, bringing the people who are waiting for each other. The thread is fragile but durable, very solid and easy to break
People from time immemorial, have relied on that vague red color, either waiting, or moving forward, looking for the rest of the thread that will weave the rest of their lives
But they, because of the mud of self-interest, have the heart to be engulfed by itself, that magical love is no longer worth anything
So are we, just like fools.
.
You who put it all aside, took my hand
I'm back for myself, knocking down the very body of the person I cherish
I am priceless to you
You, to me, are just dust
In the end, I choose not to look at you anymore
Leaving the place that used to be only mine
"This red thread is a proof of our fate and my love for you"
Now it's no more…
Why, why do I shed tears?
.
Is this tear…
My last benevolence or not
The sacred thread, I defiantly cut it off
Become a pain in my life
Small skinny body on the ground
Bare and cold to the bone
This hand is filled with guilt
Your blood stretches my way
Standing above all, covers the sky by one hand
However, the only thing I don't dare to look directly at...
It's the eyes where you look at me
"If there is really an afterlife, I will come to you at all costs. At that time, I will love you like you used to..."