Meet her. The girl of blue and red. Author of black letters that turned to scarlet. Hashing her own heartstrings on a stiff cabinet. A statue waiting to be led.
Meet him. A series of light leather and frozen flame. Hair warm as bed, heart cold as bad aim. Waking up tired of shame. Running from troubles he never overcame.
Meet them. Earth walker, jumping silently on mischief and tragedy. Thief of illusions. Holding hands without even meeting each other. Like east and west, up and down, but beaming.
They hold on to their shrines
Through a wall that is time
Keeping them apart
Even when they locked each of their heart
They hold on to their shrines
Through a wall that is time
Keeping them apart
Even when they locked each of their heart
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