From the bottom of my heart, dearest angel

 

 

The wicked people who are buried in power

 

As I walk my heart, I hear the sound of thumping

 

I want to melt my heart trapped in eternal winter

 

I want to be with people who feel a strong bond

 

Is acting like a baby a sign of confidence

 

Or is there something you want to hide

 

As you figure it out, the true face is revealed

 

I still want to be a person who can laugh heartily

 

What does it mean to be humanized

 

Is it balancing emotion and reason

 

Or is it growing empathy with other beings

 

How would you feel if you received 10 tulips

 

Is it a good way to make fun of it

 

Or is it avoiding the problem

 

Let’s think about it while drinking a glass of bango

 

Ignoring the people who talk endlessly

 

Let’s listen to my voice in silence

 

Who am I and what do I want

 

Writing something is my expression

 

And my expression is my life