NA Localization:
Let me tell you a story.
Ever since his own birth, the man has always been unsatisfied.
Pain, itchiness, dullness, swelling.
His body was filled with these feelings all over like a lice infection.
He believed in words instead of intuitions, and stories over emotions.
Therefore, the man was not at peace with himself.
It doesn't matter if it's the grievance of the oppressed, or if it's the joy of the unworthy neighbors.
Everything seems to be full of unbearable discontentment.
The man said, "I'm like a cat swarmed by lice."
All of my worries, you laughed them off as if they were simply something insignificant.
This was what happened on one sunny, yet very ordinary day.
Fan Translation:
I will attempt to tell this modest story.
All his life, a man
has always been dissatisfied.
Pain. Itchiness. Dullness. Swelling.
Such feelings cover the body like lice.
He believed in language rather than instinct, stories rather than emotion.
However, the entirety of the world could not fit into the man's skin.
In the face of the laments of the lower class,
And the joy of his fellows, who were unworthy of love,
He could only feel intolerable frustration.
The man said.
"I am like a cat that fleas leech off of."
All of those accumulated, trivial worries,
and you laughed brightly.
Only the gentle sunlight was of worthy note,
and nothing else, on that spring day.
Bond Level 10 of Hans Christian Andersen.
Hans Christian Andersen
