A Tribute to Lotte’s Forest: Tales of Love

Red, Violet, Gold,

Forests of the strong and bold.

Black, Silver, White,

It’s not right

To say goodbye.

Farewell my favorite app game,

I hope you come back better than before.

It won’t be the same, please remain,

I adore and beg for more.

Licht the Frog Prince of White,

Says, “Everything will be alright.”

But the little frog inside

Says, “I want to stay by your side . . .”

Orkan the Cat Knight of Gold,

Says, “A frown doesn’t suit you, milady.”

But underneath your red hat, your heart

Says, “Don’t look at me that way . . .”

Schwarz the lonely Beast of Black,

Says, “Enough crying, I will hold you.”

But deep in those cresent-moon eyes

Says, “I don’t want you to go . . .”

Please stay, I beg of you,

My ending has not come true.

I don’t want to say adieu.

The Black Wizard, Ubel,

Says, “Aren’t you glad to be rid of me?”

But that little boy of many names

Says, “Princess, hear my plea . . .”

The Forest of Roots is disappearing,

Shutting down so quickly,

Without the perfect ending.

My heart will break in pain

This game of unique bachelors

Will never be seen again.

(I wish Abracadabra Games could see this . . .)