Board Thread:Discussion/@comment-29387440-20161022145918/@comment-26887831-20161024102811

Young boy, like a cruel angel's thesis,Live up to be a legend... Even though clear blue windsBeat on the door of my heart,You just smile, looking straight at meToo involved in yearning forSomething to hold onThe innocent eyes still no nothing of fate yet. But someday you will noticeOn those shoulders of yourThere are strong wingsTo guide you to the far future. A cruel angel's thesisWill someday fly high from the windowIf memories are betrayed byThe overflowing, burning pathos (emotions).Young boy, shine like a legend,Holding the sky in your arms. The cradle of love that sleeps within meThere will be a morining thatA servant of dreams will come for you.The moonlight shines on your thin neckline.I'd stop time in this worldAnd lock it away for myself, but... If there is any meaningIn the fate that pulled us together,Then I am, yes, the BibleThat teaches you of freedom. A cruel angel's thesisAnd then sorrow comes forthWhen the shapes of the dreams you hold in your armsCome to life within you.Young boy, who shines brighter than anyone else,Rise to become a legend. People weave together love to create historyAnd so I live on,Unable to become a goddess... A cruel angel's thesisWill someday fly high from the windowIf memories are betrayed byThe overflowing, burning pathos (feelings).Young boy, shine like a legend,Holding the sky in your arms.