I'm a Lost Princess From Can Taran

Erie opens her eyes and sits up. Annea stops singing. What's wrong? A memory. She reaches for it again. The music and the dancing fade away like a dream after waking. But the feel of the soft cotton in her sweaty grip and the sight of the tiny white and pink flowers remain. Your song gave me part of a memory back. Erie doesn't have friends. Isn't sure she knows how have them. Last time she trusted someone had landed her in prison. If i had my instrument, annea says, maybe i could help you remember everything. Oh, erie breathes. I'll have to go back some day.