Angels.

Do they really exist?

In this cruel reality, how is there hope to believe in angels?

Until the day I met an angel without wings.

Lost, alone, surrounded by pure white snow.

Trapped in my memories, the moment I saw his face.

My angel with that charming eye smile, save me.

What if this angel without wings wasn’t sent to save me?

Is it all in my head and me being selfish?

If my angel has found his happiness, should I let go?

My angel without wings, thank you very much, please be happy.

The scarf…I will keep it forever.

The snow…That day, will never be forgotten.

The day my angel left my side, everything went back to square one.