There is a woman that is standing in front of a window

like a cruel angel boy Be a myth Even if the blue wind knocks on my chest door now Just look at me You smiling in love with asking for something to touch gently not even know one's fate yet pitiful eyes But one day you'll find out It has wings on its back for the distant future 残酷Theses of Cruel Angels fly out of the window in due course with a spurt of hot patos if you want to betray someone's memory shine with this universe in one's arms boy Become a mythに I've been sleeping cradle of my love You're the only one The morning comes when the messenger of dreams calls me The moonlight is shining on my thin neck I want to stop all the time in the world and lock them up if there is any meaning in meeting you I'm a Bible for freedom Theses of Cruel Angels And then the sadness begins the shape of someone's life in his arms when someone wakes up to the dream shine more than anyone else boy Be a myth People make history with love I couldn't be a goddess I will live

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