Volume 7, page 168... The last poem... It was simply too wonderful. A soldier told a pair of lovers in the city about a poem. Eventually, the poem passed from person to person. The nameless poem, Whose author remained unknown, eventually spread afar on the continent... The strong and beautiful queen of time. Everyone kneels before absolute power. The upcoming queen's birthday. One poet was ordered to offer a poem praising her beauty... The queen asks... "Who is the most beautiful in this world?" ...however, he doesn't give in "In my world, Your Majesty is the second most beautiful..." "The beauty of withered flowers... That is an illusion in the name of reminiscence... A garden in full bloom throughout eternity without decay... Even a noble and beautiful rose... Being a flower itself, cannot match up to a withered one..." The queen was enraged at the poem. "You, are you telling me to wither away!?" With a single sign from the prime minister, the soldiers surrounded the poet... The poet extolled as a genius...his name is Ballad. Now, he is writing his last poem in the corner of the cold dungeons... The time of execution draws close. The prison guard with a rose emblem on his chest Heard his last crafted poem... The final bell tolls. The execution is carried out swiftly. In his last moments, he remembers... The sky of his homeland, the scent of the wind. The days he lived with a woman now dead... Just like how cold autumn winds guide Winter, One journeying girl wanders in search for her beloved With a somewhat nostalgic poem on her lips... Translated by Defade.
Volume 7, page 168...
The last poem...
It was simply too wonderful.
A soldier told a pair of lovers in the city about a poem.
Eventually, the poem passed from person to person.
The nameless poem,
Whose author remained unknown, eventually spread afar on the continent...
The strong and beautiful queen of time.
Everyone kneels before absolute power.
The upcoming queen's birthday.
One poet was ordered to offer a poem praising her beauty...
The queen asks...
"Who is the most beautiful in this world?"
...however, he doesn't give in
"In my world, Your Majesty is the second most beautiful..."
"The beauty of withered flowers...
That is an illusion in the name of reminiscence...
A garden in full bloom throughout eternity without decay...
Even a noble and beautiful rose...
Being a flower itself, cannot match up to a withered one..."
The queen was enraged at the poem.
"You, are you telling me to wither away!?"
With a single sign from the prime minister, the soldiers surrounded the poet...
The poet extolled as a genius...his name is Ballad.
Now, he is writing his last poem in the corner of the cold dungeons...
The time of execution draws close. The prison guard with a rose emblem on his chest
Heard his last crafted poem...
The final bell tolls.
The execution is carried out swiftly.
In his last moments, he remembers...
The sky of his homeland, the scent of the wind.
The days he lived with a woman now dead...
Just like how cold autumn winds guide Winter,
One journeying girl wanders in search for her beloved
With a somewhat nostalgic poem on her lips...
Translated by Defade.