What’s angel? 

Is it fantasy or reality?





I firmly believe that there is the angel in the world.

I used to dream about the sky, about meeting angels in the sky. 

I wanted to ask about the smells of the clouds and what the sky was like? 

I prayed every day. 

And I wished for beautiful wings and to fly. 

As time went by, I grew up. 



However, I no longer find the angel. 



But I have a new impression.




Wings are not on our backs. 

Because that will blind us from seeing real wings. 



I never noticed that before.

I spent time much looking for angels with wings rather than caring for the things around me. 



The sky isn’t far to reach.

And angels are not difficult to find. 

They always bring you the most tender moon in the deep blue night.