I am too obedient and not a princess.
Everybody said that it "was a hurt child" and forgave my selfishness
The thing which I wanted kept in anything
A new doll, trendy shoes,A stuffed toy of Mickey Mouse
But there was not "the love of father".
A telephone is always longer tonight
A heart doesn't seem to arrive
It seems to be the child whom I do not get a thing wanting, and sulk
I gloss over a feeling
It seems not to have been obtained the love that
I wanted above all in a childhood.
I heard the other side of a receiver, a sorrowful voice
There is not it in this sense
I become only an excuse now
But I am true
I am sorry while listening to a favorite song
A heart is painful and does not seem to be able to sleep
He would have a pain in more hearts
As for the pure white dress, as for the shoes with pink ribbon,
a bag of gold is not necessary either
What wanted only as for one
Only as for the love
I was brought up without knowing how to love
Forgive me I'm sorry
To you whom there is already in a dream
眠れねぇ。
はぁ。









