Are you a demon, goddess, or just a pretty mortal that live on this dead land.
Why do a lovely mortal like you live on such a ugly place as you laugh you make this land seem prettier then the landscape on the highest mountains.
Passing though this village to meet the other girls in another village my heart stay behind as my bodies leaves with my friends.
My journey have reach its end on the village that is pretty with it’s shiny clear waterfalls, but it holds no lovely mortal like you the one on a dead land.
Ditching my friends to gather my heart that had fell on the path of love as I run like a bull.
Returning to this dead land as I steer to the horizon I see you with a graceful smile.
Reaching you a guy pops up saying, “honey lets move to my lovely home,†making me weep to the floor roaring like a tiger.
