She is a beautiful woman,
The most beautiful of the descendants of the queens.
But I don't know what to say about him.
Because when you see it once again and realize its sadness,
It felt like he was like a withered flower that was bowed sluggishly.
He is no longer as beautiful as a chrysanthemum that is exposed to morning dew.
But it was broken, like a lotus that was destroyed by a wild elephant.
O ... I never thought before.
These beautiful women are now like steel that is smashed by blacksmiths.
Hard and incomparable to the weak glory of the Elves.
And his smile is no longer pure.
Laughing jokes felt forced.
Thus he lives in this bitter life.
Even though it remains beautiful to the eye,
But it won't last long without friends to share.
Without a person who understands and loves himself sincerely.
And he will continue to be hit, destroyed.
Then fell ill and died in sadness.
Oh .. How heartbreaking,
And I can't do anything.
Except for grieving and joining in praying for his kindness.
