Cat's Cradle (Original Lyrics)

Counting the wounds, I count the pains too. My one remaining pinky finger is for beauty. There will be regrets, and it will be my fault too. Someday the red string will be cut. Whispers on petals, kisses of pity. For the first time, time will flow with longing. There will be moments of hesitation, but it won't be anyone's fault. It's a tricky thing, this 'love'.