Life is perfect but the caring sound died.
Why do you want to know it why?
So dont you ask it why?
It died, I dont know why?
“Why do angels die?”
Why do you cry?
For the angel my angel – let me cry.
Do you know?
The heaven has angels – it is you my angel – I am looking for you in this perplexity. People tell me that the angels are everywhere on the sky. You know, I am looking for you every night, searching you on the sky to see how you live now abandoned me all alone under the same sky.
Too often I walk too lonely from my dream – the dream that stole your last breath and sent you on the sky. You see I shiver out of coldness but I still sit on the roof watching you on the sky. With my deepest focus, I see you are flying on the same sky you pretended to fly enfolded together.
Still you exist wrapped in a cloudy sheet. I see you when the clouds draw your image in its sheet. It is not perfect – however, it still shines. Your face look divine as too closely watching you dance in the beauty of bright cloudy sheet. I begin twinkling too fast as the cloudy sheet draws your image in the heart of the moon so bright.
Lonely when I sit on the roof in the middle of the night – I see strange faces staring at me – when the moon from behind the icy clouds shines restlessly. But you know, these tears don’t permit eyes other face to meet. It is so cloudy when I look at them, I feel betrayed as if steeped in sins. I don’t see the clear picture since you are gone. Only yours stands here and now. For evermore, this false happiness pretends. The “you” built in me the love soo deeply that I can’t meet any face for I feel ruined in sin. Dedicated i so deeply that I can never dare to meet.
Too often I walk like a dying soul from a dream to death the moment you walk in the mind. The dream that stole your last look. The skies are full of angels but I don’t see one. The angel I am looking for has gone away – left the pictures that speak no more. I am perplex to smile at you but you are so sad in the picture that you reply no more. My dear angel – sing as you did before – before you fly too far as you did – never more.