Princess, Princess

The one that wear a long blouse

Who favors the colour of the fallen pink

Who woe thou soul

That sway between the gusty breeze

On such a gorgeous morning

The wind rose all the petals beneath your feet, into the sunrise

An overwhelming feeling have struck

The mind and body of a true enchanter

Being suck alive by your gracefulness

How the butterfly effects take place within thee’

How subtle will it take?

When thy Princess bosom of my grasp