Shunkan Romanticism

A fated occurance, where two souls bound by the red thread
Met under the guidance of the scattered sakura petals

Their hands, taught firmly with each other's warmth
Playing the whistling sound of swaying grasses dancing with the wind
The two souls smiled and whispered their eternal exchange of vows
In which their hearts are doomed with love

Their lives had been embroided by the thin red thread
Exchanging kisses when the moon was dirtied with the colour blue
A reason to keep on living was found, eclipsing the desire for the darkness
"I will never let your gentle grip slip away"

The boy wondered how many ways can he prove his pledge
To this beautiful angel crafted in flesh
The girl put her finger on his lips and said sweetly
"Hush my darling, just love me dearly and we will not be separated"

The trail to true happiness is not without stones you might trip on, adviced the elderly woman upon seeing the couple
Seeing the girl contorted her face in worry, the boy let his hand linger on her cheek
As if saying, "love, my love, need not worry because the red thread bonds us eternally"

Alone in Aokigahara, the girl found a deathly black scarf
With the word "hate" inscribed on it all over
Wrapping it around her neck, she was snatched by the dark and not to return again

The boy, desperately running to be in the embrace where he found comfort in
Looking for the hands that always hold his in a passion words won't be able to describe
He saw a pair of white shoes he bought as the gift for their anniversary
Only now, they were tainted in bloody red
Next to an apologising note for unable to keep the promise to stay together

The forest trembled in sorrow as the roar of anguish proceeded to shatter the tranquil of the sky
He took the scarf from the girl's cold body and wound it around his neck
His heart melted and overflowed from his eyes
Chanting "so sorry, eternally together"
He reached for the darkness the girl was drowned in