My delusion
angel,
My fantasy
parade,
can you
see with those brown eyes?
The sun
and the moon, down the silver sky
Wandering
through the mist, searching for a kiss
There, in
the city of nobody,
in the crossing
of
dreams,
of hopes,
of lust,
of
despair;
their
eyes,
their secrets,
their
softness of flesh,
indignity
and harmony,
found each
other.
How fate
is as beautiful as the Spring
And
Spring is wholly you
Now the
clocks whir and chime.
And the
birds start chirping.
And the rain
starts singing
And the
first flower in the world begins to bloom.
Oh, my
dear my angel,
can you see
it?
Can you
see it already?
For life
is a blessing,
and love
has no endings.
