Like it’s not understood unless you look closely
I tried my best to imitate
I can’t become a princess, surely
If I can’t become a queen either, then, well
Everyone is so close and friendly
It seemed fun, and I admired it
Being alone is lonely, but
I guess I was used to it from the beginning
Where is the real thing?
Are there such things as fakes?
The answer everyone knows is surely
The first lie someone told
With these wings that can fly in the sky
Although they’re not that different
With this love that makes my heart race
Although it’s not that different
If invited by a sweet fragrance
Beautiful flowers, red, white, yellow
Leaning against the prince
Princess, oh, it suits you, but
Do we only say there are fakes
Because there are real things?
The beautiful sea must be salty
Beautiful things are made of tears
With these wings that can fly in the sky
Although they’re not that different
With this love that makes my heart race
Although it’s not that different
Yet, ah!