My white wings, as they fall, snatch the
Prologue of the scenery in front of me.There’s no place to go in this uncertain sky,
without listening to the final words, I flew away.A special color blocks my heart,
my body, my dream, and sometimes my love…
If I treat the fragments of my memories as precious things,
they’ll become a tender courage
for our combined Silhouettes.My prayers become the invisible wind
in order to reach the back of your neck.
My deserted regrets,
my wounds, and my lies…I’ll overcome them all!
Believe, if you close your eyes you can fly, all of this radiance
and this Trinity Cross, are my pro