Like a cruel angel
Young man, become a legend
Even if the blue wind knocks on the door of your chest now
You’re still looking only at me and smiling
Absorbed in yearning for things that you gently touch
Your childish eyes still don’t even know destiny
But will you notice someday?
That on your back
There are wings for aiming for the faraway future
A cruel angel’s these will take off from the windowsill before long
On a surging, hot pathos, if you betray your memories
Embracing this universe and shining
Young man, become a legend
You’re forever sleeping in my cradle of love
Only you are the coming morning called upon by the messenger of dreams
The moonlight is reflecting your slender nape
You want to stop all the time in the world and shut them in, but-
If there’s a meaning in the fact that we were able meet
Then that’s right, it’s the bible for me to know freedom
In a cruel angel’s these, the sadness will then start
The shape of the life that you embraced is the moment when you woke from your dream
Shining more light than anyone else
Young man, become a legend
While people weave love, they create history
I still can’t become a god, yet I’ll live
A cruel angel’s these will take off from the windowsill before long
On a surging, hot pathos, if you betray your memories
Embracing this universe and shining
Young man, become a legend
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