POEM 115: A Part of Me Is Dying

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I cannot deny the red string:
A string that binds to my true love,
the Red castle.

Several times have passed by.
I cannot still, close it, the door of the Red castle.

Now that we are gone,
The memories of the happy past is still there

Now, I am no longer feel the joy
as a part of me is dying.

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