The delicate princess living in the tower finally escaped from the dark and gloomy castle under the cover of wind and snow. She shuttled through the silver ice and snow. She passed through the coniferous pine forest and crossed the cold stream. The gorgeous hem of her dress was torn by thorn bushes without even realizing it, leaving only the golden lace skirt lying on the branches.
From the moment you put on the crown, you will no longer belong to yourself. You are our highest will and you are our king. We are proud of you, you will sing loudly in this frozen snowfield.
The skirt driven by the wind dances along with the path of the wind, and the girl's singing is like the gentlest moonlight, spreading over the entire snowfield.
Intention: Resist war, starting from me
