May 2010
April 2010
“”Whatever”“
Cruel Angel's Thesis
Young boy, like a cruel angel’s thesis, Live up to be a legend… Even though clear blue winds Beat on the door of my heart, You just smile, looking straight at me Too involved in yearning for Something to hold on The innocent eyes still no nothing of fate yet. But someday you will notice On those shoulders of your There are strong wings To guide you to the far future. A...
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