Nageki no Tenshi
Angel of Grief
Описание
| Japan | English |
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| shiroi yuki ga maichiru seinaru yoru ni...
hodou o kazaru aoi irumineishon nigiwau hitogomi ni hitori tatazumu koboresou na egao yorisou koibitotachi ima no watashi ni wa subete ga mabushikute mirenai no dareka ni aisareru deshou ka tsuyogari no oku ni kakureta "watashi" ni kizuite yo hontou ni jiyuu ni nareru deshou ka douka oshiete fuyu no machi ni mayoikonda samishige na tenshi ga nageku itsu kara darou yowasa o tojikomete sunao na kimochi miushinaikakete'ru osanai koro no yume natsukashii arubamu asu no watashi ni tsutaeyou taisetsu na omoide o dareka ni aisareru deshou ka tsuki no you ni sugata o kaeru "watashi" o uketomete hontou ni jiyuu ni nareru deshou ka douka oshiete fuyu no sora ni tobitatenai bukiyou na tenshi ga nageku negai wa itsuka kanaimasu ka jibun no koto mo aisenai "watashi" o mitsukete yo inori wa ano sora ni todokimasu ka douka kikasete shiroi yuki ga maichiru seinaru yoru ni dareka ni aisareru deshou ka tsuyogari no oku ni kakureta "watashi" ni kizuite yo hontou ni jiyuu ni nareru deshou ka douka oshiete fuyu no machi ni mayoikonda samishige na tenshi ga nageku ...yasashiku | In this holy night where white snow flutters down...
On a sidewalk adorned with blue illumination, I stand still alone, as lively crowds of people pass by. The overflowing smiles of those cuddling couples are so bright, that my eyes cannot bear looking at them directly. Will I ever be loved by someone? Please notice the real "me", hiding behind my stubborn facade. Will I really be able to become free? Please somehow tell me. Having lost her way in the wintry streets, the lonely-looking angel sighs. Just since when did I start locking up my frailty, that now I have completely lost sight of my honest feelings? My childhood dreams are preserved in my fondly-remembered album. I shall now send these precious memories to "me" of tomorrow. Will I ever be loved by someone? Please take me in, even though I shapeshift like the moon does. Will I really be able to become free? Please somehow tell me. Unable to take flight in the wintry sky, the clumsy angel sighs. Will my wish ever be granted someday? Please find the real "me", who am incapable of loving myself. Will my prayer ever reach that sky? Please allow me to ask, in this holy night where white snow flutters down. Will I ever be loved by someone? Please notice the real "me", hiding behind my stubborn facade. Will I really be able to become free? Please somehow tell me. Having lost her way in the wintry streets, the lonely-looking angel sighs ...gently. |