When in disgrace in sweet Kimiko's eyes
I "walk off the weepies" in outcast state,
And suffer through Largo's malicious cries,
And am unable to teach Yuki-san art in this morose state.
Wishing that Hayasaka-san saw me as other than
The letcherous fanboys taking photos under her skirt;
Wanting desperately that she not take me for such a fan;
Her thinking me a mere bully trying to score with her truly hurt.
Yet in my torment myself and my deeds despising,
Then your best friend calls mine, seeking to set things aright
Sets my tortured artist's soul a-rising
And my cloudy day becomes cheerful and bright.
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings