Since the birth of an angel,
The first on Earth without love.
No hatred but inconsolable anger,
I believed that made him human.
After all the time,
Winter storms took a part of my life away,
Before I recognize.
It crashed like a heart of glass.
Too fragile, too delight
To exist in this beautiful but monstrous fire.

What on Earth the Angel doing ?
Maybe sleeping, eating or chanting.
As always, since He was from Heaven.
But straying from God was the Fate of his.
So can I ask for a requiem ?
Alas, bestow me a piece of spring.
So that in my dream;
Crossing a stream would no longer a nightmare.

I was amazed;
My mouth could not say.
Angel came and Angel stay.
At the end of the day,
He is the spring, for I as his stray dog.
Do not betray, just laid.
Finally, I could sleep,
Comfortably numb.