I see melancholically empty dreams as I hold your wounded soul One day, please stop the ever coming flow of time and quietly soothe these feelings that gush out from me...
People walk past me in hurried steps The ever-fading color of sadness I linger as a soft whisper reaches my ears From who gracefully descends amidst the wind, the Angel of Silence
Even at nights when I am alone as I gulp down empty words and sleep as I recollect my memories I doze as a soft whisper reaches my ears From who gracefully descends amidst the wind, the Angel of Silence
A dry sound echoes in the solitude The tip of the hesitant finger Silenty the two touch forever Until they melt into each other
A shooting star - though no one realizes The dreamy tales echo to the infinite I linger as a soft whisper reaches my ears From who gracefully descends amidst the wind, the Angel of Silence
A dry sound echoes in the solitude The tip of the hesitant finger Silenty the two touch forever Until they melt into each other
I see melancholically empty dreams as I hold your wounded soul One day, please stop the ever coming flow of time And these feelings will gush out from me...