The eyes are the mirrors of soul, so they say,
Strength and value lies in looks.
If you want, look how it works then,
Fate and destiny belongs to the rabbits.
If we just kissed each other one time, fire would spark
I feel like Jerry left without Tom
Who runs away will be hunted baby,
So I'll step back.
Hey, come to me*, the light is dim
You're my style, my style
Hey, come to me, my heart is empty
You're my must-have*, my must-have
Hey, come to me, my soul is drunken
You're my style, my style
Hey, come to me, run 100 meters to me
You're my must-have, my must-have