Lyrics

Like a cruel angel,
Young boy, become a legend.

The blue wind is now
Knocking at the door to your heart,
And yet you are merely gazing at me
While smiling.

So consumed with yearning,
You have no awareness of your fate yet,
Even though it’s clearly written
That you’ll someday awaken.

You will understand someday
That the wings on your back
Are meant for soaring toward the distant future.

A cruel angel’s thesis
Will soon take flight through the window.
With surging, hot pathos,
If you betray your memories,
Embrace the universe and shine.

Young boy, become a legend.

Sleeping for a long time
In the cradle of my love,
The morning is coming when you alone
Will be called by a messenger of dreams.

The moonlight reflects off
Your slender nape,
If I could just stop time
In this world and lock it away…

But if there’s meaning in the two of us meeting,
Then it must be the Bible
To know freedom.

A cruel angel’s thesis—
And then sorrow comes forth.
You held tight to the shape of life
When you awoke from that dream.

You shine brighter than anyone else.
Young boy, become a legend.

People weave love to create history,
And though I live without becoming a goddess,
I still live on.

A cruel angel’s thesis
Will soon take flight through the window.
With surging, hot pathos,
If you betray your memories,
Embrace the universe and shine.

Young boy, become a legend.