~There was once rage in those memories
Which are now very quiet
Either they are dimming
Or she doesn't want to recall

The rose she used to admire for centuries
It holds no significance in her sight
Either the fondness is fading
Or her heart doesn't permit tenants

Wondering how unproblematic it was
To break all the ties
Like it was bound to happen, right?
Either this so called Emotion is dying
Or she is relying on her fate ~