Till the End of Time

Within his hands are the wings of an angel are grasped

Torn and frayed by the winds of time.

Tears of a God fall unto his lap

As he carries the bodies of the fallen.

He stands tall against the fates.

His head raised in high hope.

The words of a fallen angel

Echoing in his heart.

A dream of wings

Drives him onward.

Ever onward he travels with

The pacifistic and the pugilistic

Seekers of a faraway memory

Lost in the eternal melancholy

Of the thousand worlds

Their journey halts only at the end of time

When the Fallen Angel regains her wings

And the scattered memory of innocence

Is returned to its rightful place

And he shall smile

Even when the intimacy of a faraway past

Is left to wither away in the dust

For his journey will end, along with his life

And he will die

Knowing an angel's smile

Kioku no yume

chiyoyorozuyo