I saw you first at your place of work.
Your earnestness, twin tails and heaving bosom
Captured my heart, thus I gave you my love.
I rooted for you, though I knew that chance
Would favor the other girl, that vile temptress,
Base pandering tsundere. Yet I had hope.
When your eyes fell on the king, your hope
Was as mine. Even though romance at work
Is a dangerous game, like a temptress,
luring you with glimpses of flesh and bosom,
You forged ahead, wagering on chance.
There is nothing more pure than a girl in love.
And when you gave freely of your love
I thought to myself: "This is hope"
Something so rare that there was chance
For true love to prevail, that things will work.
That feeling was held tight against my bosom,
Even though it was a temptress.
I dreaded the day when the temptress,
Would ruin your quest for love
And rip your heart from your bosom
And mine as well, cast them down along with hope.
I wish I knew then that this couldn't work.
Only a fool trusts in chance.
Then came your first-and last-chance
To gain his heart before the temptress
Could unleash her wiles, her dark work
To overthrow justice and steal his love.
Is it a pointless endeavor to hope?
I'm done with love; a dagger in my bosom.
The green patchwork covering your bosom,
your ribbons and boots all spoke of chance,
For a moment I was filled with hope
That you would triump over fate, the temptress,
That the king would return your love
That, at the end, everything would work.
But there was no hope, not against that temptress
A shattered bosom is all you can expect from chance.
I'm sorry my love, I thought it would work.
