| Like an angel who has forsaken sympathy |
| Rise up, young boy, and make yourself a legend! |
| Blue skies and beckoning winds… |
| Are trying to open the door of your heart |
| But you’re gazing at me as if you cannot see; |
| You just stand there, smiling vacantly |
| Your eyes hold such innocence; |
| You’re blind to the fate that will soon come to pass |
| But it’s summoning you with a touch like a sigh; |
| You seek it without knowing why |
| But, someday, I know that you will be awakened… |
| And your eyes will finally see |
| These wings on your back are just waiting to guide you; |
| The future will soon set you free! |
| This cruel thesis, a spiteful angel’s litany |
| Will soon soar from the window of your destiny |
| White-hot pathos, a desecrated symphony; |
| Stay true to this and don’t betray your memory! |
| Come now, reach out — you must embrace reality! |
| Rise up, young boy, and make yourself a legend! |
| You’ve slept for ever-so-long… |
| Embraced in affection and cradled with care |
| But with morning’s approach comes an echoing cry; |
| It tells you to wave your dreams goodbye |
| And the moon is shining above; |
| It wishes to show just how fragile you are |
| You’re so frail and slight in its silvery light; |
| Our fate is not one we can fight |
| But, someday, I hope that we’ll be reunited… |
| If that is what’s destined to be |
| Perhaps we’ll discover that elusive Bible |
| And then we will finally be free! |
| This cruel thesis, a spiteful angel’s mockery |
| Will bring with it the sorrow of futility |
| Hold on tightly and do not lose vitality; |
| You must wake up, for now the dream is history! |
| Come now, reach out — you must embrace humanity! |
| Rise up, young boy, and make yourself a legend! |
| Love is the thread of the story that’s woven… |
| Of future and present and past |
| I may not ever ascend to the heavens |
| But I know my love will still last! |
| This cruel thesis, a spiteful angel’s litany |
| Will soon soar from the window of your destiny |
| White-hot pathos, a desecrated symphony; |
| Stay true to this and don’t betray your memory! |
| Come now, reach out — you must embrace reality! |
| Rise up, young boy, and make yourself a legend! |