Dark Angel

She wakes up in the morning, pretending to like this world,

But she doesn’t hide well.

She opens the door, turn left, then right, ahead, then backward,

Halt at where it begins,

It is a loop,

Where should she lead herself?

She sees you, so sympathized with the misery in your eyes,

Tears shed penetrating into her heart,

When her mind is made up,

This Dark Angel,

Coming out of her grave, to burn herself and shine on you,

Can you see? Can’t you see?