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Deadly Sin - Tristitia (Sorrow).

"I'm sorry for being alive"
Before I knew it, it was my favorite phrase
I've only been weakly complaining throughout my meaningless life
Everybody in the village had pretty green hair,
But I'm different than the others with my white hair.

Deep in the forest stands a secret old tree.
I go here alone to wish to God.
Living by yourself all the time is very sad.
I just want somebody, anybody, to be my friend.

There, under that old tree, is where
I met her.
Helping her up after she fell is where it started.
Before I knew it, the two of us became very close,
But her and I are very different.

She had the prettiest green hair in the village.
That kind voice and smiling face of hers are loved by everybody.
Why are you being so nice to me?
Do you pity me because I'm so inferior to you?

Shamelessly she hugged me,
And she whispered
"You're the nicest person I've ever met."
And with that, I began to cry.

Even if all the people in the world
Scorn me and laugh at me,
If somebody would be there at my side,
Then I would be happy.

The two of us left the village and began to live in the city.
Thought it is unfamilliar, if you're at my side, it's okay.
We became employees of a prosperous merchant lady.
We chose that job to live.

That day, I happened to see in the mansion a gentleman of blue hair.
Their meeting each other changed everything.
He was the prince of a country across the sea, and he fell in love with her.
He even rejected the marriage proposal of the neighboring country's princess.

The country was wrapped in war,
And the princess gave the order
"Find all the women with green hair"
"And kill them."

Everybody, everybody is gone
Except for me with my white hair
I should have died in her place.
Why, why?

"I'm sorry for being alive"
Before I knew it, it was my favorite phrase.
I've only been weakly complaining throughout my meaningless life.
I began to live in an abandoned church near the port.
I heard a rumor that the princess died during the revolution.

There, in front of that church, is where I met her.
Helping her up after she fell is where it started.
Before I knew it, the two of us became very close,
But her and I are very different.

At night, when everybody was in their houses,
I overheard her confession.
Ah, how can this be?
She really was
the daughter of evil.

In a small harbor straying from the town,
Alone that girl stood.
I came up behind her.
I took my knife out of its sheath.
I pointed it at the princess's back
And I swung it up.

There is something that I have to apologize for.
I couldn't exact your revenge for you after all.
That girl is the me from long ago, a very, very lonely person.
Living by yourself all the time is very sad.

That girl who couldn't do anything
Got a little bit better at her cooking.
The brioche she made for today's snack
Was made very well.

At that moment, by the seaside,
I could see an illusion.

Who on earth
Was that boy, I wonder...

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