Unraveling the strings of our past,
Retying the knots of our last,
Love is made of glass, teardrops scatter in the wind,
Anywhere and everyone in the world,
I look for memories to unfurl and redream,
Fallen flowers, if love is too desolate, I will bear it with you,
How far is this road to love?
How long is eternity? Our past no longer dictates
You are my red fate.
Soft and unique music filled the crowd, silencing the conversations. The breeze picked up and scattered wisteria petals high into the clouds. In the distance, the sun sets upon an eternal couple.
A wedding venue deep in the mountain greeted all of the guests. No one knew this location was purchased long ago, when their first wedding was supposed to take place. A mansion filled with ancient memories amongst the cracks in the walls and just beyond the clouds was a tower whose ceilings seem to reach the heavens.
