Hey Lady,
how are you?
I already know
you won't tell me.
They fly,
the angels,
but from here,
you can't see them.
And it seems like I'm stealing
when I look into the eyes of the people
but something is always missing.
Even infinity has everything except an
end.
What are we searching for?
Wings that
never fly.
And it seems like I'm stealing
when I look into the eyes of the people
but something is always missing,
if even infinity is missing.
And it seems like I'm messing up,
but through letting go, strength is found.
And something is always missing
Even infinity has everything except an
end
just like you.
There were angry words
a moment ago
in order to not feel the boredom
which devours us
and accepting that the meaning
is what it is
Affection dies of hardship
and does not kill itself
Run, people.
Save yourselves.
And with regards to love,
who can save me?
Because doing it alone makes
Air even harmful too.
And even a shower in the dark.
A entire sun poisons you
with happiness.
Because doing it alone hurts.
Who can save me?
Because doing it alone hurts
Alone it hurts
Because doing it alone hurts
Who can save me? (who can?)
End.