Nageki no Tenshi (Angel of Grief) _ by Kaori Nazuka

Description: 6th Ending theme
Music/lyrics/arrangement by Kazunori Ashizawa
Sung by Tsukasa Ayatsuji (CV: Kaori Nazuka)


Romaji Lyric:
shiroi yuki ga maichiru seinaru yoru ni...

hodou o kazaru  aoi irumineishon
nigiwau hitogomi ni hitori tatazumu

koboresou na egao  yorisou koibitotachi
ima no watashi ni wa subete ga  mabushikute mirenai no

dareka ni aisareru deshou ka
tsuyogari no oku ni kakureta "watashi" ni kizuite yo
hontou ni jiyuu ni nareru deshou ka
douka oshiete
fuyu no machi ni mayoikonda samishige na
tenshi ga nageku

itsu kara darou  yowasa o tojikomete
sunao na kimochi miushinaikakete'ru

osanai koro no yume  natsukashii arubamu
asu no watashi ni tsutaeyou  taisetsu na omoide o

dareka ni aisareru deshou ka
tsuki no you ni sugata o kaeru "watashi" o uketomete
hontou ni jiyuu ni nareru deshou ka
douka oshiete
fuyu no sora ni tobitatenai bukiyou na
tenshi ga nageku

negai wa itsuka kanaimasu ka
jibun no koto mo aisenai "watashi" o mitsukete yo
inori wa ano sora ni todokimasu ka
douka kikasete
shiroi yuki ga maichiru seinaru yoru ni

dareka ni aisareru deshou ka
tsuyogari no oku ni kakureta "watashi" ni kizuite yo
hontou ni jiyuu ni nareru deshou ka
douka oshiete
fuyu no machi ni mayoiknnda samishige na
tenshi ga nageku
...yasashiku


English Translation:
In this holy night where white snow flutters down...

On a sidewalk adorned with blue illumination,
I stand still alone, as lively crowds of people pass by.

The overflowing smiles of those cuddling couples are so bright,
that my eyes cannot bear looking at them directly.

Will I ever be loved by someone?
Please notice the real "me", hiding behind my stubborn facade.
Will I really be able to become free?
Please somehow tell me.
Having lost her way in the wintry streets,
the lonely-looking angel sighs.

Just since when did I start locking up my frailty,
that now I have completely lost sight of my honest feelings?

My childhood dreams are preserved in my fondly-remembered album.
I shall now send these precious memories to "me" of tomorrow.

Will I ever be loved by someone?
Please take me in, even though I shapeshift like the moon does.
Will I really be able to become free?
Please somehow tell me.
Unable to take flight in the wintry sky,
the clumsy angel sighs.

Will my wish ever be granted someday?
Please find the real "me", who am incapable of loving myself.
Will my prayer ever reach that sky?
Please allow me to ask,
in this holy night where white snow flutters down.

Will I ever be loved by someone?
Please notice the real "me", hiding behind my stubborn facade.
Will I really be able to become free?
Please somehow tell me.
Having lost her way in the wintry streets,
the lonely-looking angel sighs
...gently.