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[Ei aihetta]Sunnuntai 17.01.2010 23:06


"I'm sorry I'm alive," I seem to say all the time now
There was only complaints about my meaningless life

All of the village people had beautiful green hair
I'm the odd one out with this wrong white hair of mine

In the deep part of the forest with an old tree overhead
I am alone there giving God a wish

Always living in solitude is very lonely
It doesn't matter who, I just desire a friend

It is there I met her, under the old tree overhead
It all started when I helped her after she fell down

Somehow the two were happy together
But everything is different between me and her

She was gifted with the most beautiful green hair
Everyone loved that gentle voice and smile

Why is it that even I you are nice to?
Do you intend to feel pity to the me inferior to you?

Without shame, she hugged me and whispered,
"You are the most amazing person here," my tears overflowed

Even if the whole world looked down upon me and laughed,
If someone was beside me, that would make me the happiest

Together we ran from that village and went to a city
Everything is so different, but because we're together we're okay

Being servants of a wealthy merchant women
We chose to work in that way of living

One day I saw in that mansion there resided a man with blue hair
Because he and her met, everything became horrible

This king of the country across the sea loved her deeply
He refused the neighboring princess' propsal

It was order by this princess that sent the country into war
"Murder the women with the green hair"

Everybody, everybody has left
besides me, the one with the white hair
I should have been the one to die, not her
Why, why?

"I'm sorry I'm alive," I seem to say all the time now
There was only complaints about this boring life of mine

I began new life at the Church near the port
I heard a rumor of the wind- the Princess has died in the revolution

It is there I met her, near the Church
It all started when I helped her after she fell down

Somehow the two were happy together
But everything is different between me and her

A confession on a night where nobody was around
I had a chance to hear it
Aa, how can that be?
She surely must be
a Daughter of Evil

That girl who stands on the edge
of a small harbor in this town
I approach from behind,
taking out a knife from my pocket
And towards the Princess' back,
I raised it

To you who owes an apology to someone
I couldn't take your revenge

That girl was the past me, a very lonesome person
Living on your own, that must be very lonely

That little girl who couldn't do anything, improved a bit on her cooking
Today's brioche was made very well

At that moment, at that seaside, I saw a hallucination
Who on earth was that boy?

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