Amagami SS - Nageki No Tenshi
shiroi yuki ga maichiru seinaru yoru ni...hodou o kazaru aoi irumineishon
nigiwau hitogomi ni hitori tatazumukoboresou na egao yorisou koibitotachi
ima no watashi ni wa subete ga mabushikute mirenai nodareka 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 nagekuitsu kara darou yowasa o tojikomete
sunao na kimochi miushinaikakete'ruosanai koro no yume natsukashii arubamu
asu no watashi ni tsutaeyou taisetsu na omoide odareka 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 nagekunegai 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 nidareka 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
...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.