My problem is dying, but
It lies on my door everyday
It can't be, without making coquettishness
He doesn't feel tired from my coquettishness
How does, how does he love
But I enjoy it
Wherever I go he is near me
And sometimes he comes to my work
Blond blond blond hair
Dimpled cheeks
I miss when I didn't see
That warm gazes
Ahh should I love? I don't know
Should I go? I feel shy
I hesitate from love
Aah as if I'm not empty against him
These days my mood is nice, but
I'm afraid to get lost in love