You are the most precious thing in the world to me.
Does my kindness even appear to you?
You're pain is my pain, but I'm sure you know that.
I just hope that isn't another burden to you…
The first time I talked to you is when my crush began.
I know it's a little young to think such feelings.
I watch over you like an angel, comforting every heart break,
As my heart chips away along with your tears.
'I think I want to marry her.' That sounds very foolish.
"But your only 15!' I warn, but it doesn't appear to be taken seriously.
Then, once again, once again your heart gets broken.
I told you so's stay in the back of my mind.
It seems that you're crying again.
Once again, once again, your tears splash against the floor.
'Angel, come here….'
I want to murmur sweetly,
But my nerves get to me and I just hold you gently.
All these burdensome troubles of yours,
You spill over to me.
Rest gently as a light in my palm.
'Angel, come here…knockin' on heaven's door.'
This light I hold grows brighter each day I see you.
This burden doesn't bother me at all, I quietly murmur to myself.
This light I hold is starting to get heavy.
My arm is growing weak and it starts to shake.
You ask if something is wrong with me.
I smile sweetly and answer no.
Once again, once again, the light grows brighter.
When it comes to you I don't matter at all.
My only existence is to care for you.
Once again, once again, your heart gets broken.
'Angel, come here…'
I murmur sweetly,
My nerves have begun to disappear as I hold you gently.
Holding this light is beginning to become difficult.
I cup it with my other hand and hold it close to my heart.
My emotions don't matter to me at all.
As long as I get to see your smiling face, I'll be alright.
Just lean against me, all you need to.
I'll always be by your side even if I get hurt the most.
"Angel, come here…"