Promises of love, he promised.
The red thread wrapped around their little finger
Seems an illusion.
'You don't seek love, ' the fate roars.
And now, Cherub is all alone, holding onto her faith.
The silences whisper silently 'its useless', they speak.
But she believes her believe.
She won't let it die
For her love is eternal, and the eternal snow.
Topic(s): love lost
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