YOU SAID:

Young boy, like a cruel angel's thesis, Live up to be a legend... Even though clear blue winds Beat on the door of my heart, You just smile, looking straight at me Too involved in yearning for Something to hold on The innocent eyes still know nothing of fate yet. But someday you will notice On those shoulders of yours There are strong wings To guide you to the far future. A cruel angel's thesis Will someday fly high from the window If memories are betrayed by The overflowing, burning pathos. Young boy, shine like a legend, Holding the sky in your arms. The cradle of love that sleeps within me There will be a morning that A servant of dreams will come for you. The moonlight shines on your thin neckline. I'd stop time in this world And lock it away for myself, but... If there is any meaning In the fate that pulled us together, Then I am, yes, the Bible That teaches you of freedom. A cruel angel's thesis And then sorrow comes forth When the shapes of the dreams you hold in your arms Come to life within you. Young boy, who shines brighter than anyone else, Rise to become a legend. People weave together love to create history And so I live on, Unable to become a goddess... A cruel angel's thesis Will someday fly high from the window If memories are betrayed by The overflowing, burning pathos. Young boy, shine like a legend, Holding the sky in your arms. Like a cruel angel, young boy, become the legend! A blue wind is now knocking at the door to your heart, and yet you are merely gazing at me and smiling. Something gently touching-- you're so intent on seeking it out, that you can't even see your fate yet, with such innocent eyes. But someday I think you'll find out that what's on your back are wings that are for heading for the far-off future. The cruel angel's thesis will soon take flight through the window, with surging, hot pathos, if you betray your memories. Embracing this sky [universe] and shining, young boy, become the 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. Moonlight reflects off the nape of your slender neck. Stopping time all throughout the world I want to confine them, but... So if two people being brought together by fate has any meaning, I think that it is a "bible" for learning freedom. The cruel angel's thesis. The sorrow then begins. You held tight to the form of life when you woke up from that dream. You shine brighter than anyone else. Young boy, become the legend! People create history while weaving love. Even knowing I'll never be a goddess or anything like that, I live on. The cruel angel's thesis will soon take flight through the window, with surging, hot pathos, if you betray your memories. Embracing this sky and shining, young boy, become the legend! A blue wind is now knocking at the door to your heart, and yet you are merely gazing at me and smiling. Something gently touching-- you're so intent on seeking it out, that you can't even see your fate yet, with such innocent eyes. But someday I think you'll find out that what's on your back are wings that are for heading for the far-off future. The cruel angel's thesis will soon take flight through the window, with surging, hot pathos, if you betray your memories. Embracing this sky [universe] and shining, young boy, become the legend!

INTO JAPANESE

残酷な天使の説のような少年は、伝説に恥じない. にもかかわらず、私の心のドアを青く澄んだ風ビート、笑うだけなら、あまりにも私をまっすぐ見て無実の人々 に保持するために何かへの憧れに関与しての目はまだ運命の何も知らない。 いつの日か気づくでしょうあなたの肩の上 guid に強い翼がありますが、