Once upon a time
I was in love.
I was that servant of this princess.
I was in love with this precious princess.
Her beauty is like breaking dawn.
Shines like a star.
Warm like a sun.
Soft like flowing clouds.
Princess wait upon
That prince.
White horse.
And marriage.
No doubt
She is the luckiest girl in the world.
But she said to me
“Why life unlike fairytale? ”
I reply
'Princess and princes is the prefect match
And yet, do you know?
Someone gave up the love, and made this prefect story? '
I turned away.
Fade away.
Like glissando.
With tears, and bleeding heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem