Noble Maiden Fair

little lady, listen to my voice
I'm with you, oh maiden fair
Our young ladies, grow and see
your land, your faithful land

Sun and moon, guide us
To our hour of glory and honor
Little baby our lady
noble maiden fair

little lady, listen to my voice
I'm with you, oh maiden fair
Our young ladies, grow and see
your land, your faithful land

Sun and moon, guide us
To our hour of glory and honor
Little baby our lady
noble maiden fair

Ingrid has been diagnosed with aging-caused heart condition lately. No way to cure, only painkiller sort of medications could help a bit along the way. I had to know that under the best, best and best kind of care, Ingrid could only be with me for 5 more years... 5 years is so short, it is even not enough for me to finish a bachelor's degree in art school….ha, what a bad joke.

When Ingrid was 2 years old, I promised her that I would love her every day, and after she’ve gone to kitty-heaven, I’ll keep loving her so, until the day my own heart stop beating. British short hair breeds live for around 13 years, and if I have to live until 80 to die, then it’ll be only 50 years of gap between us, and it’ll go by so fast like blink of an eye. I don’t believe in heaven or hell, except for the one where my precious little princess daughter will go. Sun and moon, will guild her there, with all the love I can give from my trivial mortal human life.