I am a long way
from fond memories;
from the cold
that made us laugh,
the keys and the strings
which held such wonder.
I am very far from the hopes
caused by magical arrows
from a messenger's bow.
If I am only
The Disappointed One,
it is rather you who has
misjudged me.
In my anger still,
I would rather die
than harm you.
But it shows me
that I am wounded.
Do you still believe
you owe me nothing?
Are you certain you know
this man who does not exist?
If you knew the pain
I carried,
I do believe
you would not stay silent.
from fond memories;
from the cold
that made us laugh,
the keys and the strings
which held such wonder.
I am very far from the hopes
caused by magical arrows
from a messenger's bow.
If I am only
The Disappointed One,
it is rather you who has
misjudged me.
In my anger still,
I would rather die
than harm you.
But it shows me
that I am wounded.
Do you still believe
you owe me nothing?
Are you certain you know
this man who does not exist?
If you knew the pain
I carried,
I do believe
you would not stay silent.
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