Angel.....
When did you become so dark….
When did those drops of pitch-black ink splash towards you?
Why don't you plunge into that clear pond?
You don't know that the pond is rippling around you...
This pond is as cold as you, but it is filled with the brilliance of the setting sun in the evening...
The pond has wanted to wash away that black ink for you countless times
But the ink never disappears... You still have that evil smile on your face
Until the pond disappears...