[Verse 1] Those crimson glass slippers They are cursed. An angel smiled so gently and said, "The maiden who can wear these slippers will have her wish come true." No one ever questioned it. They entrusted their love, their dreams, even their future to a single pair of shoes. To become more beautiful than anyone, to become happier than anyone else. So they all carved away their feet, they say. Hiding their tears, bleeding in silence. They were made to believe even pain itself was a blessing. [Rap] Red Glass, Red Blood, Red Smile The prettier the lie, the deeper it cuts. "Just a little more..." "Almost there..." Only desire keeps walking on. Footprints carved in blood, a staircase painted crimson. The angel quietly let its wings sway. No one realized... This wasn't a blessing. It was a trap. [Chorus] But their wishes never came true. Only the crimson slippers were laughing all along. The greedy maidens only destroyed their own feet. Are you happy? Are you happy? The angel smiled as it watched your ugly spectacle from the heavens above. [Verse 2] The shattered glass slippers still shine today, as if inviting the next maiden. "Surely this time, it will be you..." Yesterday's tragedy is forgotten, and once again another line begins to form. The masquerade called desire never truly ends. With wounded feet they can no longer dance, yet they still refuse to let go of the slippers. An obsession deeper than dreams binds their hearts and never lets go. [Rap] Heaven or Hell? Where is the line? Smiling masks begin to fall away. "I want it... I want more... Even more..." Only those voices echo through the silence. The angel never took anything. It simply revealed the truth. Look into the mirror that reflects your own ugliness. The one crying... is you. [Chorus] Even after wearing them, their wishes never came true. All that remained were the scars. The greedy maidens could no longer walk. Are you happy? Are you happy? At the very end, the angel quietly asked, "If you cannot answer... then that is your answer." The Crimson Glass Slippers still wait for someone new to this very day. [End]
