Turn around and set foot on the body back to the castle. Behind the crowd, the road ahead is lively and ordinary, empty, lonely, singing no more, smile fades, no company, nowhere to snuggle The crown is just metal, cold as a lover's hug, warm The closer you are, the heavier you are. "This is a privilege, not a shackle," said the mother. You want to rebel against the family, the monarchy, the inheritance You want to be a common man and you want to kiss your lover You can only escape The football field is empty and your mind is broken You touch his face and say: You are so beautiful as the Swan Castle was to Ludwig The ultimate madness of the romanticism of the aristocratic II II What is after Ludwig's madness? Everything in the yoke world is fake, you say. But in the church his singing voice is like a nightingale, soothing the soul is really galloping on a motorcycle, wanting to hold his hand, escaping from the hustle and bustle is really intoxicated by the night, his clothes are pulling eagerly to keep him, wanting to kiss him is really saying me I like you, it's true that I don't want to lose you, it's true "for the family, for the protection of the monarchy, for our heritage-" You hang up everything in the world is fake, indeed. But at that moment, I wanted to hug him deeply and say "I love you". I really turned around and stepped into the car back to the castle with tears in my eyes. Start it all and put on the crown and embrace the one you love Your eyes grow firm You are the Crown Prince, the future king and Simon's love Your eyes are firm, saying Let's start a revolution
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