I stand between life and decease
With my wings broken,
As an angel in remorse
Betrayed by the entrusted one;
A catastrophe was my love
That broke me apart;
I stand all alone now
At life's outskirt,
Thinking whether to live or quit;
At last I quit, not my life but him.
My wings are broken not my heart,
I still am an angel in my realm.
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