Western eyes, the sky was painted black.
But what I have to do is miss you always.
My heart is like a bird, always waiting to fly out the window.
Wanna fly to you house... HMM...
You will sleep, don't know what yet?
Who's she secretly reveals, the in the mind is a book.
The words that I write for her, without not consult.
Sometimes, I also ... say love you front the glass clearances.
You are my boyfriend, then realizing it?
Then, when? I can be your girlfriend.
Before bed, I wrote to her, always.
Need would like to say love you
formally, but not daring enough.
The love story, ended up smiling or sad.
I could not guess, I think it is suffering.
Every day I'm more like a coin operated gearbox.
I've enjoyed even just someone who is secretly in love with you.
Every day I'm more like a coin operated gearbox.
I've enjoyed even just someone who is secretly in love with you.