放たれた翼が 願いを撒き散らして
この世の果て堕とした 祈りを空中 そら へと

»My released wings scatter my wishes
Towards this destroyed world, to a sky full of prayers«

血塗られた翼は 舞い上がり風になり

»My blood soaked wings rise and become the wind«

Donnerstag, 5. Mai 2016

there are three kinds of secrets

1. something that you hide at the bottom of your heart because you don't want it to be mentioned.

2. something that you can't say even if you want to; and

3. Something that you hope someone asks about even though you're hiding.

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