Who even am I to [like] you, the idol who shone bright on the stage?

The perfect idol everyone lay eyes on.

Who am I to even stand beside you, you who outshine everyone?

But you're my light, you're my muse, you're my everything.

And I'm mere a peasant, falling in love with a noble.

It felt so wrong to wish to have you

But when you touch my tainted, filthy body, what can I do?