plaisir-ecrire

An angel knocked on my door,

He came with a present
But we can't find love in a store,
Yet that angel was pleasant.

He told me a girl would come
But I think it is over,
He told me girls still come,
A girl may want a soul brother.

If I were a protector,
Then I would be happy,
That angel isn't a revelator.

Maybe I am lazy
But now I want to love,
I have a dream of love.