The Loneliness of the Mulberry

She is a lonely woman, as desolate as a mulberry tree, barefoot on a blade, walking alone along the edge of a cliff.

He is a man surrounded by an air of nobility. The past is fleeting, a mere shimmer and shadow; forgetting is the best cure.

A fingertip traces a breathtaking scene. A faint, casual smile, all for amusement, costs two people their whole lives. What kind of dark fog has that tender man become lost in?

I will no longer let myself be bound like this. I will no longer be a puppet on strings. Walking by your side, we can keep going even when there is no path.

They wipe the blood from each other, clean their wounds, and set out again.

We are not afraid.

We will not give up.

We

will keep going.