to dream.

Dear frog prince.

Many time i haven’t seen you.Through the midst of fog, i await for you. you, who sparks the night before dream.

From far far away, a story is heard. You’ve won your battle. And there she was, your beautiful sweet Rosella. She’s nothing but your deepest desire. And from that moment on, she’s captured your heart.

Alas. You must have turned yourself into a prince charming. And you shall never look at me again. For i am nothing, but a hideous one.

Crescent moon oh crescent moon. Thou will never be seen the same again.

Sweet dream. Oh dear fog prince.


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