Is that an admission that you've been up to your old tricks, boss
Too deep in yearning we need
something to hold, and something to keep
Innocent eyes could not realize
the meaning of "destiny"
But someday I promise that
you’ll start to notice what’s there on your shoulders someday -
Wings that are strong,
they will guide you along to the future that holds your fate!
Let me tell you a cruel angel’s thesis -
Flying high from the window, finding egress
There is something betraying all my memories,
burning pathos, emotion overwhelming!