There was an Angel...
It was whispering the love...
I am left with the dream of those enchanted hands...
Sleep is impossible...
Hope is merciless...
Even the sun told itself,
The Rising is meaningless...
I cried crazily...
Empty bottle in my hand...
I celebrated tonight,
You hug in other arms...
All alone, Desperate
Who cares if I dying...
I resembled empty streets tonight again...