My Surviving Love

Oh ma Angel ,
It's a real false.
It's a colourful darkness.
It's the language of silence.
It's death of life.
It's cosmic love.
It's built up my dreams, oh ma Angel.
Hear what I say...

I have yearned and yelled.
But what is this again?
Enough of this trouble.
Sky and this earth are born for you.
If anyone tells your name
My heart over flows...