Whenever I look at the mirror
I see this young lady
Wearing an armor
So brave, so plucky

Born as a princess
Used to wore fancy dresses
But now; full of gears
Nothing will she fear

Pen is her sword
Paper as her shield
Silently fighting with words
Don't you dare invade her world

They taught; she has this heart
Cold as the night
Beautiful and genuine; deep inside
Just like how the sun and moon collide