Drawn angel smiles hanging in midair
before touching the warmly feather,
She flew to the railroad
kicked something she didnft need
with her wingless body
I know your wing would come to life again
But I also know you were too young
To bear the cruel world
gThere is no receiver forever.h
When the angel exists to the world
She was not there yet
What should I say?
And to who?
I have no answer
Does anyone have the answer?
I canft know what dazzling desire pressed down you
I can only shudder to the despair
Does they really know it?
Petals trampled underfoot were not white yet!
Smiling angel glowed dimly in the brass
I never stroke it without floods of my heart
