Sometimes you feel...
As if you are an angel who lives amidst crowds filled with hard-hearted people,
People who let you down, leaving your soul to bleed from sores and scars.
Their apologies come too late...
As if it will bring back the years to you, or return to you your health,
That is exhausted by the hardness of their hearts,
Their merciless hearts.
Then destiny will bring you souls,
That relieves you of your grief without pain or whining,
And you who thought sadness would never be erased and would never be forgotten...
But God's kindness will surely come.