Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the Angelic 私が声を立てて泣いたら、どの天使が聞き届けてくると思う? Orders? And even if one were to suddenly その天使が今、その胸元に私を抱きすくめてくれたらどう? take me to its heart, I would vanish into its でもそとき私は、天使の強い腕のなかで消えてしまう。 stronger existence. For beauty is nothing but 美しいという思いから恐れが始まるもの。 the beginning of terror, that we are still able to bear, 恐れを感じて、私はじっと耐えてあこがれる。 and we revere it so, because it