Monday, March 28, 2005

Logic no Kami-sama

Why is it, that people resist logic when it makes perfect sense, is supported fully by evidence, and yet choose to believe blindly in certain religious teachings that have been proven fallacious?!

I am talking about my mother. The very woman whose blood i share. Yet it is hard to believe we share the same blood. I am not saying that i despise my mother. In fact i thank her much for bringing me into this world and making me study the multiplication table up to 12, yet not bothered to explain to me what it is and what it is for. I was disciplined into just learning by force and by heart, 2X1=2, 2X2=4, 2X3=6.... and so on. Mistakes come with scolding and caning. And by the end of it, i was able to remember a whole lot of rubbish without knowing what it was for, until half a year later, when in school, we were taught multiplication in school.

Of course, bad teaching aside, i was always amazed at how badly my mom is when it comes to thinking. An settling arguments of course. take for example, when she once cut in through a queue of cars, i told her "If no one cuts, traffic would be much faster, and when u cut, u slow traffic down, cos cars have to give way to u, and ur response time is not blazing fast at all." The reply i got was "It will be slow if u wait, so u should cut, since it will be slow anyway." and further exchanges have her equating it to being "streetwise", whatever that means.

Ah, putting those aside, today, in the chinese newspapers, there was a section on Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code, which in my opinion, is actually badly over-rated. That aside as well, the point is that, many historical and biblical truths have been tampered with. Much as it is with the canonical bible, there are the gnostic gospels and unpublished books from the dead sea scrolls and all. Some not yet deciphered, some undergoing doctrine-oriented editing maybe. With even the authorities admitting that they have edited, and thus also translated and put the bible's original manuscript thru many intepretation, my mother, has refused to accept this as a truth. In fact, she has insisted with much trouble in justification, that the bible was written by God, and has always been in its original form (even when its in Chinese, while we know, Jesus did not speak chinese).

And furthermore, the known fact that Jesus' Birthday was nowhere near December, and was more towards march, is widely known, if not widely publicized (something Dan Brown got correct). Yet, my mom insists, that it MUST be on 25 December!! With what as evidence? Sadly, she cites that it must be true since we celebrate Christmas on that day, why else if not on that day? (and the evidence explaining that, was already clearly explained in Dan's book, although it wasnt a book specialising on history). Her evidence is that, it must be so, since it cannot be otherwise ("and why can it not be otherwise?" "because we celebrate xmas on that day!!") is purely crap and bull.

It is boring, to endure such unintellectual a relative, and try to explain with much patience the facts and truths, that contradict so much with the absolution of one's basis of believe. And the divinity of Jesus really depends on the truth surrounding his circumstances of birth, life, death and resurrection. If even the truth surrounding our saviour's life cannot be verified empirically or by archival research, then how are we to believe in something so farfetched? It is just like asking me to believe in UFOs based on eyewitness accounts, but with no real pics or evidence.

I dont get it, what is the difference between superstition and other religions if we believe blindly without seeking evidence, and truth? What is this when we do not demand the whole truth and nothing but the truth, in its unadulterated form? At least, even translated, in its raw form? Yet, my mother disagrees, saying that God's words, and the Bible, are so absolute, that they were the same, and there are no such things as missing books. It MUST be some crap story that Dan Brown invented. You cant fool me!!

Rubbish. To believers like these, i say, doom and destruction to the church and to christianity loom in the near horizon. No way we will progress further than superstition. It is just like how the catholic church places emphasis on tradition, and while traditions were put in place for practical reasons over religious practice (think communion) they cannot be changed for the same reason now. No. The tradition that has long been outdated shall stay even if it is not practical (think the current communion).

So in the end, hypocrisy abounds, superstition prevails and God is nowhere to be found. I do not plan to challenge his existence. I just plainly do not see it. "Ask and u shall receive!" (if I am in a good mood?) God is Just and Loves all Men!! (but i shall choose the Jews as the chosen race, yeah~ and u cant say i am biased can u? I m ultimately Just!!)

Oh well, i guess, the christians who are so stupid to believe in all that crap they receive every sunday, they must be kinda happy. To be able to live in such a pretentious naive live. Too bad for those who think and ask for proof, for verification. Too bad for me. Even most peers and leaders and pastors cant answer the most basic questions i put forward. And from what i remember, God did not drop any letters from the sky.

Putting that aside, I managed to get my hands on Asian Kung-fu Generation's album, Sol-fa. The music is cool, and its rather steady to the beat, good vocals, nice instruments. I would say my other favourite now is Orange Range's Hana. Quite interesting. I would picture it as a good slow dance song for occasions like Asean Dance.

All this has to end somewhere, sometime. In hoping that my mother, my dear sweet mother gets some wisdom, and not just decay with age, I also hope that she can at least think like one of us. Use her brain for all its worth. I see only decay within the church, and its members. I see her weaken and soften and think less every passing sunday. I am also furious that she had the nerved to ask me to type out the hymns she needs the next sunday. Do it yourself!! If not, do NOT volunteer to do it!! (and expect me to take up the job?)

Ah well, all this has to end on a happier note. So yeah, i did enjoy Some new songs today. Thank my buddy, chea hui, who was so nice to lend me some space and bandwidth, and i finally found a channel #aznmp3 that ripped and released Steve Conte's album - Bleed Together.

Saturday, March 26, 2005

The Noizy Tribe!!

While i listen to this awesome song by MOVE, i think back on the fun things that happened today. Lotsa fun watching Hitch with chea hui, lotsa fun having dinner with some old classmates, and their old classmates before we were shifted to the same 'elite' class.

The computer downstairs restarted twice for no good reason. I know something bad is gonna happen. My dad was fairly unconcerned about it. "Just use the comp later then", and yet if it happens when he was using it, he's gonna put me thru hell. And hell will freeze over if i know what happened anyway.

Oh well, i had dinner with a bunch of fun people though. The best part, only another guy, and a total of four (4) good looking lasses. One is definitely attached, two are confirmed single. The unknown, i do not know well. But well, my long lost friend, Jun, is one of them. Sweet, petite, lotsa of talk, and the ultra youthfulness in her, ah, i feel almost like an outdated piece of junk. I brought my dad's Canon EOS out, used up the last 10 shots, took more pics of her than anything else, and yeah, basically planned out our next meeting.

Fortunately/Unfortunately, she went off early to bed. After a bad car accident in which she dozed off while driving throught a jam, well, basically her parents insist on more sleep. I would too. I think she's been so overworked, that i feel a bit of pain. The feeling of loss, when u watch a perfect flower wither. What could describe that excruciation? Oh well, maybe i am going overboard. But all the same, i am concerned, if not worried. Without any extra motives or emotions of course. How could anyone think otherwise.

Watched Hitch, such a true but sad movie. Most ppl are such pathetic beings they rely on a date doctor to make things happen. That one step, the one that most guys cant cross, and those who do, make it. To meet a stranger, to step forward and calmly approach a lady with flaire and style~

Argh, i didnt know its already Good Friday. Wonder what's so 'good' about it. Biblical history is published with so much agenda, tweaking and biasness, that it is definitely beyond the odds of even making a good historical narrative. It probably the most biased and unscrupulous story book man ever published. If not, why arent the other gnostic gospels published? What is verified as truth or fact? What has been verified beyond doubt from multiple sources of historical records? After reading the Da Vinci Code and pondering upon these questions, i come to the conclusion that, what can be true, and contradictory to the Church's teaching and dogma, are definitely edited out of all version's of the catholic church's and therefore most of the standard editions of the bible. So i guess, if we cant even seek historical truth, why bother with seeking the 'truth'? We arent even truthful with ourselves and our followers, our believers. We cant even stand up and stick fast to our morals, and our codes of conduct (let me cite the example of my catholic and methodist friends who got their girlfriends pregnant at age 18 and married soon after). The churches do not condemn such an act and such sinners. Instead, they say, the act is condemned. But u cannot condemn ppl for their acts. So should we say, murder is bad, but the murderer should NOT in any case be condemned, and should not be branded as such or punished as he is? What exactly does condemnation consist of then?

Furthermore, i find that, the so called act of accepting them and allowing a church wedding really a faltering stand. So we are saying, no prob, hey, we'll still accept you and let you have a church wedding? What is the deterrent? Shame sure damn well is not. Neither is moral education. or sex eduaction for that matter. Parental control? forget it. Punishment for such so called sins? Nah, we cant punish or judge other men, right? So what is sin and is there any punishment at all? Is there regret and pain in such "sin"? I think not. It seems plainly that the churches, whether catholic or protestant, are just condoning such acts indirectly. For my friends in those example, yeah, i know, maybe u made a mistake and u put it behind u (and maybe it was a mistake u enjoyed thoroughly, and probably loved and thanked urselves for making), i am sorry for using u in my so called lifelong argument and reasoning against the religion i once loved and believed in.

If even you guys are not punished and denounced, then i do think, there is definitely no big deal with burning down the churches, assassinating the popes (i mean, ur own ppl and clergy do that so often anyway) or just plain speaking out against church doctrine and corruption. I also think that ur God is probably 1) Asleep, 2) Slacking, 3) Unjust, if awake, or 4) Dead or 5) a figment of your imagination. From what i see, God is probably as real as cocaine and Unreal.

Not unless we who believe carry out his laws and live according to his ways, should we progress. If this is one premise, then i think, we have failed miserably in progressing. If we assume that God does punish, then i think it sure is well delayed or written off through forgiveness. J-san, if u think otherwise, and u believe so strongly, i do recommend u take a look around. Look at the corruption from within. The dependency. U have softened. U have weakened. I think you are no longer strong. U have lost that fire. I am not saying u cant. But i think, u could still have been stronger.

Angels have a good reason to oppose God and rebel i guess. I think many see enough to know about the kind of atrocities he allows his church and its believers. Neither does he save many in times of need. Slaughter is allowed. The inquisition, the Crusades. ah, how forgiving are his followers and believers. ah how comforting it is to know about his kindness in the Holocaust. I do believe many are 'delivered', straight to the doorsteps of hell. hell yeah. =)

I was always wondering the ending of Angel's and Demons. If i was Robert Langdon, i'd have been a righteous man, an upright and honest man, and delivered the tape to the media, just as Max Kohler had ordered, and have the church crumble, have the faithful wake up. Lose hope? my ass. ppl will just find something else to depend on mentally and worship some other statue. We should not make unto ourselves any graven image (and the crucifix doesnt count, neither does mary, neither do photos of christ, and neither are Da Vinci's paintings. And neither are the large crosses or signs. uh yeah. i believe u. NOT!!

oh well, time to end off, to show that i m not just church hater, i'd say, church ppl are kinda likeable. Cos they are so dam naive and dependent on an imaginary entity responsible for every lucky experience as miracles, and for every unfortunate incident as "God's test for us".

I'd gladly welcome the big big dragon. Let's see if it wins instead.

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Instant Proposal

Ah. yesterday night. A night full of rushing. A night full of sweat (it was hot and stuffy) and full of my wildest fantasies.

ok. it is so not about carnal fantasies and the like. Its not even about having fun.

I was really rushing to draft at least the concept of my business plan. A piece of homework that will have to be impressive. 'Magnifique' as they say. I drew out this mega plan that needed some large scale construction and management, to say the least. All the while fulfilling one of my ultimate dreams, inspired by a nice manga called air gear by Oh! Great. In the manga were kids enjoying the high flying adrenaline rush of roller-blade-like stuff called airtreks. except they are pushed by high-powered motors. the idea of blading and flying (i've done neither) just seems so tempting!!

The other avenue for me is to own a large building, with pool and gym and a whole lot of sports facilities, club in the basement, and stay in an elegant apartment on the higher levels. What a dream huh?! the investment itself could easily go above 25-80 million dollars, depending on how much is needed for bribes and how magnificent the building should be.

Well on the other hand, i cant believe i suddenly rewatched the last few episodes of weiss kreuz gluhen again... lotsa nos, i know... I like the way koyasu actually thought of portraying him and his buddies as really cool entities in such a show. The girls will definitely go crazy over the cool, and the guys can actually imagine that being in a sad lonely state is cool. Cheers to the lonely guys out there. Now being a creature of the night, a hunter, a killer, but yet someone with a really pitiful past is cool. goodness me...

I just finished reading Dan Brown's novel, the Da Vinci Code. It wasnt bad, but compared to Angels and Demons, something seems inadequate. Something is missing. Maybe its the scandal and people with distorted ideals, and the bad involvement of the Church in this area. I would say, the Da Vinci Code may be more intellectually stimulating as a puzzle-laden mystery action novel, but angels and demons was more exciting to my taste. Now i look forward to getting my hands on Dan Brown's Deception Point. I would of course expect decay after that, and predict that works that follow would somehow be of lesser quality and of a predictable style. fewer surprises. less excitement. And a wild goose chase all around the place. Oh well, maybe its cos i read Detective Conan as well, and as far as story telling and murder mysteries are concerned, Dan Brown is no big deal.

What fascinates me more nowadays is Yakitate Japan and Tenjho Tenge. I do hope someone could help me leach more tenjho tenge. Dial-up is unbearably slow. Excruciating.

To end off, no lyrics, but maybe some random snippings of my brain.

The flames of a dark heart
The desires of a spoilt child
Broken wings.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Double Dear

Ok, so the title is the name of a lame (but i like it) song by a group of seiyuu, namely those from Weiss and Saiyuki. To start off, i'd really like the song, but what has it to do with this day? Actually nothing, since i didnt get to listen to this song today. Just that i'd really like to dedicate part of this song to Jason, and Aik, for all that we've been through, alone or together. Its about half a decade of friendship, and its worth celebrating!!
ame ni utarete mo
hono'o ni kogareru
kasukana akari ga yobu yo
toozakaru daichi
yokubou no tsubasa dake tsumibukai sora ni chitte
naiteiru yo

Struck mercilessly by rain
and yearning for the warmth of a flame
is a faint light that cries out
Above a distant earth
With only the wings of desire to fly on, sinfully, you fall from the sky
As I weep


konran yo bunretsu yo
senkoku wo kono yo ni
taihai yo shin'en yo
kodoku sae waraou
nemuru ga ii

Chaos and divisions
That is the sentence this world has handed down to us
Corruption and unfathomability
Even loneliness... let's laugh
It's all right to sleep

So, what do i feel from this set of lyrics? basically not much. Its not really the lyrics that i feel, but the music, its flow, the loneliness and of course, the yearning for warmth even as i am struck mercilessly by rain. Those who havent heard Double Dear, i do dearly recommend it. As for Jason, i'd also like to present these lyrics as a reminder. Maybe as encouragement.

fumikomu ze akuseru
kake hiki wa nai sa sou da yo
yoru wo nukeru
nejikomu sa saigo ni
sashihiki zero sa, sou da yo
hibi wo kezuru

Let's press down on the accelerator
I don't have a plan, it's true
I'll escape the night
In the end I'll protest
And the balance will be zero, it's true
It will whittle away the days

kokoro wo sotto hiraite
gyutto hiki yosetara
todoku yo kitto tsutau yo motto
saa

Softly opening my heart
If I pull you toward me hard
I'll certainly get through to you better
Well...

iki isoide shiboritotte
motsureru ashi dakedo mae yori
zutto sou, tooku e
ubaitotte tsukandatte
kimi ja nai nara
imi wa nai no sa

Living busily, squeezing out everything
My legs get tangled
But I always get ahead with them
Taking it, catching it
If it isn't you
It has no meaning

dakara motto... haruka kanata

So, furthur off in the distance


Maybe jason can try guessing what song that was.. actually its a dead give away, but seriously, i think that's the way to live. We are, and you are, burdening ourselves with too many things we need not worry about.

Oh well, i guess its yumcha time, so time to wrap up. Not much heavy heartwrenching stuff tonite, since what happened last nite is already behind me. I have to let go sometime, so why not earlier. Right? Wrong? Right?

In the End, i guess, its not such a bad world after all. All right, I'll leave it here and hope Jason or someone else tunes in. And i am still wondering how the HECK did Veng Hoong find my blog. I am still wondering. But i dont mind, since he so kindly tagged me. Cheerz to all. Zipz~


Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Another Day. Betrayer. Betraying. Betrayal.

Here i am blogging again. I feel like a Traitor. Uragirimono. I somehow can never be like Brandon Heat from GunGrave and uphold the principle of 'never betray', the iron law of the mafia(ok, the family).

I have been entrusted by a good friend, to pass a letter to a girl he has had a crush on for many years. Being his initial supporter, i told him, go for it. "Are you going to regret not making any moves and letting it pass u by? Can u face it without regret or frustration? Go, face it. Approach her!"

And here i am, with a letter supposed to be delivered to an ex-classmate of mine from primary school. No names. I know. But for those who know, it is no secret. Anyway, here i was, stuck with no real leads, and i have to, for his sake and the sake of the promise i made, find this mysterious and attractive (i assumed so) ex-classmate of mine. And somehow, God help me, i did!! By somehow contacting old friends, one leads to the other, and voila!! But the problem remains, how to break this disturbing news to her, or deliver the letter without much shock?

But after i managed to establish contact, it became the start of my troubles. I have to admit, i easily take a liking to members of the opposite sex. Much more easily than mixing with guys. I prefer interacting with gals, being their confidante~ But here, is a lady whom my friend has a long crush on, and i have silently sworn to support him in this matter. How could it be, that i now feel really attracted to her? Is this not an act of betrayal? An act of betraying his trust? An act of sabotage, to ruin his sweet dream? Yet, guilty as i am, i cannot help but feel attracted to her every aspect.

She. A petit (i imagine) lass who has an attitude. From the way she speaks (assuming most ppl speak the way they type and message), the sarcasm here and there, the way she rejects without hesitation, the straightforwardedness. The old memories of what she looked like, the old memory that i used to have something for her. Ah, i cannot help but think, what if i come out the winner, and the traitor in this game of love?

Maybe I am thinking too far, too deep into my own selfish fantasy, that I even have a chance with someone i havent seen for ten(10) long years. But, i have just made contact with her. It was a giant step for me, and for Mr. B. But the excitement, the expectations that would have been so pleasant for him, have probably been killed the instant i made the jokes about pursuing her affection for myself instead. I shouldnt have made such jokes, especially since they were meant as passing jokes. Guess it could be really cruel when such a joke turns into reality and u say "hey, but i thought u were only kidding?"

On another note, i have yet to meet 'her'. Her busy schedule, maybe my lack of forcefulness (i find being a nice guy sometimes difficult, i'd always have to push quite a bit to get what i want). But i wanna be a patient and considerate person. No rush, if u're busy its really ok. I can wait. There are always more chances. Yet, i wonder, this kind of procrastination, this kind of leniency, does it not always make things less probable? And still, i cannot bring myself to be forceful at her.

Maybe i've been single so long in my life, so long so long, my whole life, than i am just yearning for some attention and acceptance in my life? I know it myself, that i cant expect to play mr nice guy all the time. The truth, my true self, the ugliness behind the near perfect facade, will and must show someday. Could I lie and cheat myself? I see in her the inner beauty, if words are anything, that alone suffices. Mystery makes a woman woman. Being so, She's the Woman. I yearn, i ache, i burn, i am consumed, not just by desire, but by guilt.

As sorry as i am for my buddy, i must remind him with this short excerpt of lyrics:
Some Days, Some Nights,
Some Live, Some Die,
In the Way of the Samurai.
Some Fight, Some Bleed,
Sun up to Sun down,
The Sons of a Battlecry.

Survival. The way of the samurai. The loyalty. The loneliness behind it. Yet, some shall live and some shall die. I am afraid i am the one who will live this round.

Maybe someday, your chance will come, and you will find your chosen one, the one and only who will be your bride, who will take you for who you are, what you stand for and love only you. Good Luck my friend. And truly, my sincerest apologies if i stand out after this round of bloddy battle.

Sunday, March 13, 2005

Shattered Lamb

Dinner, at this Chinese franchise outlet near Pudu called 'xiao fei yang' (little fat lamb).

The stories my dad brought about them in China was that it was fantastic. Lots of good food and snacks and hors d'oeuvres. It ended up as a big disappointment. The food was not as fantastic as it appeared to be just normal steam boat with sliced lamb and beef. And both are not cheap. Plus the lamb used is not the original mongolian lamb, but NZ lamb. I've taste NZ lamb so much that its getting boring. Worse of all, the service was not up to standard at all. Small lamb fragments served instead of nice whole slices. And after complaining, what we were told was that, oh, thats kinda unavoidable cos the machine was still warming up. Taking things further, the soup was not as good as it could have been, but this is just because some of the spices needed are just plain rare in M'sia, with our onions and garlic less fragrant than those from China. The bottomline was, bad service, high prices and lousy food, not to mention really plain and horribly bland deco.

SO, at long last, we left after losing RM90.30, very little food, and me feeling hungry abt 30mins after dinner. This is bad. Yumcha time had better come soon. I know, I'm supposed to be on a slim down diet. Less input, more output. But that was almost no input. You cant drive without 'Fuel'. Same for me. No Fuel, No Work. Ah... Another failed attempt at a good dinner away from home.

Oh well, all i can do is look forward to the next feast coming my way, hopefully on my mom's birthday. Hakka 'peng cai' its called. Supposed to be a large pot stuffed full of good stuff. Damn. I'll have to stop here. Too much drool accumulating over my keyboard.

Kuroi tsubasa no Tenshi

An angel with black wings, someone fallen from grace, that is what i have seen myself as.
After half a semester in a new school, after dropping out disgracefully from university, after doing lots of things to lose a lot of trust, and racking up a lot of debt, i am glad that i have stood up and moved on. Although it may sound like bragging, i do want to keep records on my blog. 5 subjects in my first semester, business admin in Stamford College. Midterm. Lowest Score 88, average score 91.5 with one subject still unmarked. highest score 94. I would if i could, try to obtain a perfect GPA (grade point average) of 4.0 and maybe get a scholarship next semester. My ultimate aim - to transfer to University of Nevada, Las Vegas. The school with *the budget* and the lecturers to staff it.

Had a long chat with a someone i havnt met for a long long long long.... well u get the idea. I shall refer to him as J-san, Mr. J. An old buddy, the guy whom i have shared so much entertainment with, not to mention the long basketball games. The spars, the drives and the arcade madness.

Recently, i have just become the main attention of my class. Coming in at semester 1, overaged, is kinda normal in m'sia. But topping the class under those conditions, that's a bit rare. And i m a bit rare. Attention, i feel like i want it, need it, and relish in it. It is a bit irritating though, getting lotsa questions and "SOS" signals thrown at me perpetually. Accounting, Business Admin, Psychology, Intro to Computers, and what the heck, English 2 which i m not even taking?!

I should be sleeping, but the mosquitoes and the excercise this morning, which i have not gotten for a long time, has boost my metabolism rate, and i m not even near sleepy as of now. Yet, something tells me its about time to turn in. Sunday is here. No church for me. Maybe i should have a post just about why i no longer go to church. God is there. I believe in his presence. But the institutions of Man, i no longer hold any respect for. I no longer trust or can trust. I find only hypocrisy. Face value. Lip Service. Not much more than those do i see in churches.

The good stuff. I think i am rather popular with the ladies as of now. Self-suppression is a good strategy. Not trying to impress, but just be impressively normal, i think that is the secret to popularity. Good Clean Hard Work. Also, i think i now have a real crush on someone. No names of course. She might be reading. Or maybe her guy might find this blog (uh yeah, she's attached as of now, but the saying goes "potong jalan") and plot my eventually tragic death.

Of course, she is not especially pretty, nor elegant, nor model like. Just kinda plain, gentle, soft-spoken. And accepting. yes. that is the good part. The aspect i try to find.

Although all the above seems rather incomplete, they are meant to be read as a random flow of thoughts from my overactive mind. The mind that so oftenly rebels against normal sleep hours. For now, this shall end here. My first blog.

and to end, the song that has blended much with my inner self. One More Angel by Weiss.

sekaijyuu teki ni mawasu boku to kimi
=in this world you and i revolve as enemies
kono hoshi ni nokosareta ai sagasu tabi
=a journey to search for the love that remained within these stars
kono nukumori de futari sotto tsutsumarete
=the two of us gently wrapped in this embrace
hajimete ikita kioku tadotte nemuru
=the memory that had just begun to live follows into sleep

One More Time doko ka de miteru kami e
=One More Time towards the God that is seen somewhere
One More Angel mou sukoshi matte hoshii
=One More Angel wishing to wait a little longer
One More Time kumo no ue no tenshi ni
=One More Time with the angels above the clouds
One More Angel futari kuwaeru sadame wo
=One More Angel is the fate that both of us add up to
Leave Me Hold Me Now

sekaijyuu utsusu kagami atta nara
=in this world reflecting mirrors exist,
nikushimi ga utsurimasu ka ai desu ka
=is hatred reflected? or is it love?
saigo no yoru ga oriru kimi ga tsubuyaita
=the last night falls you whispered
omoide wa bokutachi wo sukuu darou ka
=surely our memories would save us?

One More Time haruka de miteru kami e
=One More Time towards the God that is seen in the distance
One More Angel tenshi ni mesaremasu ka
=One More Angel are we seduced by angels?
One More Time kegarenai hohoemi wo
=One More Time is the untainted smile
One More Angel anata wa ubau no desu ka
=One More Angel snatched away by you?