Like the Star of Bethlehem, you have bright, nimble eyes like a tiger's. You are wise, pure, and sacred. But when forced to choose between the greater good and me, you have never chosen me. Every time, you leave me...
You're kind to everyone, and kind to all... but why am I included among them?
It doesn't matter if you don't choose me. I don't mind chasing after you. But this time, having seen a different side of you, I hope once again that you'll look at me and choose me...
