This is a cruel stage. The dream is so gorgeous, I hear the sound of wings trembling.
The pain that has not disappeared in my heart continues to expand. Can I spread my wings with them?
Your last remaining feeling, your warm body temperature, will not retreat.
The helpless shadow, frozen and about to burn, was still crying alone.
Endless lovesickness is redder than the panting sky.
I am beyond recognition and can no longer get your protection. I can only tear my thin wings in place.