Unable to fly, or even to beat his wings,
The broken-winged, powerless angel
Pledges himself to the devil.
Deep in his heart— Ah… He is falling.
CRY UNDER…
My wings are black now, and they’re beautiful;
Though I struggle, and hold my breath,
The pain always turns to pleasure—
Here I am, hung upside-down, and I
CRY UNDER…
The sky is so far, so far away – it shatters like glass;
But I shall not shed a tear until we meet…
The cheery blossoms flutter, flutter, and I am falling…falling into you…
How you laughed
To see me fading away beneath the cherry tree.
And all the while, I held tight to my dreams…of when we were innocent.