I am afraid,
I will always be the lonely root number three.
Three itself is such a wonderful number,
My three,
Why is it hiding under that ugly square root?
How I wish I was a nine,
Because nine only needs a little calculation,
can get rid of this cruel misfortune.
I know it will be difficult for me to see my sun again,
Like this endless,
1.7321…………
I don’t want my life to be so miserable.
On that day,
I saw,
Another root number three.
So beautiful and flawless,
dancing gracefully,
We multiply each other,
get the coveted number,
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Perfect as an integer.
We smash the shackles of fate,
Gently dance the wand of love.
Our square root has been solved.
My love is reborn.
I can’t promise to give you a fairy tale world,
I can’t promise that I can grow up overnight.
But I promise,
You can live in freedom and happiness forever like a princess.
Chasing the math teacher? Sue me~