The true princess I have ever met,

from long ago until now, child to a grown up,

you've never changed.

Innocent, entirely naive, unawared of the universe, prettily tragic

I would say the birth of a princess is indeed a misfortune of herself,

and for this everyone was the sinner

it's US who nurtured her like this

trapped her on the high tower, without windows, without wind,

she got blind, deaf, dumb, sick, and finally, death to her brain

it's a pity, isn't it? to be a poor little princess? from the beginning to the end, pitiful and unblessed

I've shown my compassion, and perhaps regret, for indulging you going your dead end, 

no prince, just monster and abomination, visualized as what you wanna see

my poor little princess, everytime i spoke to you, i pity you,

whole life I wish you could hide under lies

always I wish you could unveil your truth

my pitiful naive princess, and now you can never return,

the carriage took you to the cliff

jumped down, it's our sins.