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Your Majesty, who resembles the white magnolia, Your Majesty, as noble as a single swan. You are so beautiful that I fear you might crumble at the mere brush of my fingertips, so I simply stand at a distance, harboring this longing in my heart. Though I possess the wicked greed to fill the pristine snowfield of your presence with only my own footsteps, I dare not approach, fearing that your stainless purity might be stained by one such as I. If only you would grant permission, I would whisper my love until the day fades within your embrace, but even if you grant your smile to another and give your side to someone else, my heart, in the end, will never be able to let you go. If I can but look up at you from afar, even that is a grace I do not deserve. Yet, there is one private greed that I have failed to cast away— I pray, that upon your lovely lips, the two syllables of my name might linger just once. This love I have pressed deep into my chest until now, I wish to report to you without leaving anything behind. Though these few lines of writing cannot contain the heart that has grown so deep and vast, I earnestly pray that my sincerity may quietly reach a corner of your heart.