To be king that holds fortune...
I want more than what is here in this kingdom.
To be showered in gems,
Loved by smiles,
And respected by the revolving world...
I will do all that shall cost to be king.
To stain my hands with roses
Or to pick up a blade of steel,
I shall become king.
To be a king would be destined great.
For I must remove the guilt of kindness.
To remove this good heart of a trusted knight.
For the fate I've seen in nights of fantasy,
I must become king.
I shall never come towards a path of regrets
If I want to become king.
Tonight...
I shall throw away this trust.
To run in shadows and commit a crime.
A crime worth millions.
For I must be king for the good of the heart.
But now...
Hands covered in roses keep growing and growing...
I cannot wheel time back.
For now I must fear for my life.
If this crime is what a good knight shall commit...
Who will take my throne?
My throne of fate is covered in broken trust.
Will this kingdom fall into shambles?
Shall my cheeks be only dusted in snow
While others' cheeks glisten in pink?
Will this fear of my crime vanish?
Shall this throne remain as my own?
For all it matters now because of fear...
I shall want eternal sleep to stop countless worries...