Children of this century are weak, they said.
Life is short, live faster, they demanded.
But what if neither of us, the useless kids;
Run away from this idea before it is too late ?
I have more acts-to-do; more men to care,
None of life's phenomena could barely stay in this room.
To live is to survive, they said.
But my life was commanded to him.
Living in my head rent-free,
Angel Forever.

Wish I could chanting all-day,
I love you, I love you, I love you
To the point, He grew tired and kicked me out,
I would crawl back like how dogs keep coming.
Angel has no soul, He said.
Man just simply cannot bear my wish,
For me, can He stay ?
This is life-time tragedy,
Humans are weak, not only children of this century.
So unlucky I was both of them.

Children of this century; children of this century.
Weak and Stubborn; Fragile and Little.
But none of them asked for redemption at all,
Acceptance of humanity bears no weight with us.
In the end, only Angel could have this soul,
No strings attached, just love and care-free ideas.
Please, just let me have what I want.
No century-purpose,
No mission of humans on Earth.
Just me and Angel alone walk on dirt.