It's just death,
why should I be afraid?
I once wished to fall
in a deep slumber,
where a prince will come
and peck me a kiss.
The lips will touch
my lips, oh so cold,
but warm after the
romantic bliss.
The roses as red as apple,
contains a poison, I intake.
I sleep on a soft glass coffin,
surrounded with tulips, how sweet.
The prince will come,
after the sands above ran out.
A kiss will revive me,
oh so sweet, oh gentle,
a prince that saves me,
my happily ever after.
But to a death,
where magic don't exist,
you're body will turn into dust,
as the sand of time fall,
for there is no prince
that will come,
riding a horse,
that hold a swords.
Ye, bliss might be exist,
but Princes doesn't.
To a death,
where you can see everything,
their mourns,
and their cries,
you might not hug them anymore,
or bid your last goodbye.
There might be no romantic prince,
but there is a light,
tis a bliss,
you didn't even die.
