We can meet, we can't meet, we can meet, we can't meet
We can meet, we can't meet, we can meet, we can't meet
I love you, I don't love you, I love you, I don't love you
I love you, I don't love you, I love you
One day in my sixteen years I was alone
Happiness and sadness were chasing each other in the afternoon
While I pluck off petals I tell love's fortune
I'm still a girl, or not?
I can say it, I can't say it, I can say it, I can't say it
I can say it, I can't say it, I can say it
On a spring day I turned sixteen
I liked someone
He didn't stand out
But he looked tender
On a summer day I wrote the romance character
I revealed that I liked you so much
You said thank you
And turned your back
On an autumn day, happiness went far
They told me a sad rumor
That you had someone
Who liked you
On a winter day I got used to the sixteens
I gave up on love
Like a crunchy icicle
I was stuttering while freezing
Monday, I cut my forelocks a little
Tuesday, I watch a touching movie
Wednesday, my friends are brokenhearted
Thursday, we talk of consolation
Friday, I see my teacher often
Saturday, I'm a sixteen years old girl
Sunday?
On Sundays I write lots of letters
I read adult novels
I write poems and the week is over
But each week is different