She rubbed fairydust on her wings in the mornings
so she could also fly in head wind
She'd had hard times past her
but who would believe that
sad fairies exist?
With her head pushed down, she mentioned once
about her worries
A faun sneered, didn't take her seriously
How could a winged one be so down?
Only took seriously when that little fairy
passed away
We have a paradise right here
but always everyone doesn't experience it like this
cause even the faun, the troll, and the fairy
they're caught by sorrow sometimes
and are taken away
The story of a lonely fairy touched everyone
Trolls comforted fairies, elfs the fauns
everywhere they repeated with sighs:
why it took one life
until we remembered:
We'd have a paradise right here
if we'd always live close by
and even if the faun, troll, or fairy
is caught by sorrow
it won't take them away
We'd have a paradise right here
if we'd always live close by
and even if the faun, troll, or fairy
is caught by sorrow
it won't take them away