Leave No Trace of You Upon My Love

At the edge of the world, in the autumn forest of golden Roliraine,
a woman who had abandoned all the joys of life arrived.
Her youth, which colored her cheeks, seemed not to belong to her, as she appeared weary and desolate.

Rumors whispered that a mad duke resided in the old mansion.
The man, who had lost everything and fallen from grace, was indeed utterly broken.
Yet, his unyielding heart and steadfast gaze finally stirred Rosalie.

“You can become a lovely girl in a white dress, and I’ll be the boy next door who secretly admires you. Wouldn’t that be enough?”
“But I’m a complete mess.”
“Then we’ll simply love each other in a way that suits people like us.”

If love trampled her heart once more, there would be nothing left of her.
And yet, her helplessly drawn feelings toward him filled her with resentment.

…So, time,
let no trace of you remain
in my love.