Braveheart

Will she somewhat give me a word
when I start on a departure to that place?

I ignored the revolution put up for the crowd, too.


Time calls my name.
But, I did the behavior not to notice it.
The word which has never been heard .

Time calls my name.
No one knows certainly.
That is The mirror held obliquely on purpose .


Though the word which couldn't be said at that time is swallowed in the sun,
too.
I can't cry.

An angel's image is deeply carved.
Oneself whom it didn't have was finished

That song could be seen far away far.
The black cloud is always our thing face.