Like the moon, I am alive in the night. But no one yet knows that I am a creature of the night. The undead live, and the living will soon be dead. All I need is their blood to survive, and I need his love to live. But the vampires we are can no longer be joined. He can’t see that I silently wait, enduring the pain of isolation, exiled from them, open to him. The others, they all wonder why I still wait for the stone-hearted one. I have only one answer for them: Love. Such a small, insignificant word, but it holds so much meaning, and I believe in it. Will I ever not think about him? Will he ever take my hand, and return my heart? I think not, but I haven’t lost all hope yet, there is still a small sliver remaining. And I will continue to hold onto that hope; maybe the dawn will come, the sun will set, and the new moon will arise. I think not, but while that tiny bit of hope remains, I will continue to pray that they will grant me a new life. In his. All I want is to be part of him; although he refuses the idea, I will not relent, even though my heart has completely shattered.

私は彼の血の天使です。私は保存して自分の人生をこぼすと彼。私は彼をあきらめることはありません。今までに。彼は私の守護者であり、彼の魂は私のガイドです。私はどのように終わるのを確認することはできませんが、彼は1つの事を知っている。私は彼の血の天使は永遠です。

His blood is my angel. I spill my life he has saved. I can not give up on him. Ever. He is my guardian, his soul is my guide. I can see an end to what is not, he knows one thing. My angel is the eternity of his blood.