Song 6:
linkBeware of the thought
That carries 你 to jail,
Where iron is the captive of the bars,
And water complains in its glass,
And be careful of the prisoner’s song.
It has the singer written in. I’m trapped. Trapped 由 my station. Trapped 由 my poverty. Trapped 由 my gender. The prince loves me. So what? His father won’t let us be together. I 爱情 the prince. So what? I am only a maid, a servant. Nobody.
I should leave. Just leave in the middle of the night, never to be seen again. Being away from here, away from him would be painful, but...
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