Angel
So slow, so ugly,
So you, why me?
The stars, the sky, I cry,
I die. You lied why that.
I sturggle on and on
And so on. But what for?
There is nothing left,
Only death and dying
Falling angel.
So you, why me?
The stars, the sky, I cry,
I die. You lied why that.
I sturggle on and on
And so on. But what for?
There is nothing left,
Only death and dying
Falling angel.