Rabbit, little rabbit, little dumpling-head —
would you believe that I envy you?
In all my life, I have truly loved only one other,
and the fears of what may someday happen to her
are lead in my heart.
But you, little slip of a silly girl,
how many do you love?
Your guards, your prince from Millenia past,
the children you meet at school...
and me? No doubt; you love so indiscriminately.
How can you bear to love so many?
Little rabbit, how is it that you are so strong?