“ I wish I have Moana's flow,
She really knows how far she go.
Desired to be like Elsa the Queen,
She can let it go and glimpse all the things that are unseen.
Yearning to have Cinderella's subconsciousness,
"A dream is a wish your heart makes", she sings.
I don't know where to go,
Because I can't see the flow.
I am not a wonderful queen,
I will never discover things that are still unseen.
I really want to have those subconsciousness,
But I can't dream a thing and my heart is on sadness.
Those princesses all live happily ever after,
While me, still in a panic monger.
Making a parade of sadness,
From this world full of hypocrites.
Wishing to save great sorrow and travail,
Fatal shears is just a travel. ”
