Isn’t it so ironic
That the three of us
We represent
Light
Life
Love
But Light
Locks himself away
In his room shut in
Doesn’t show himself
After games begin
And Life
She questions every day
Through starry moonlit nights
Trying not to open
The thoughts of her life’s plights
Ah, Love
A gentle feeling, right?
But Love’s a painful kid
And his actions contradict
What Love has all forbid
Isn’t it odd?
My siblings and I
Aren’t destined to be this way.