The walls that I've made,
From the buttom to the top,
make it sturdy and tough,
so that no one can hurt me,
so that It'll protect me,
from the people that is not,
as nice as I thought,

But got only destroyed
to the brown eye'd boy
who I thought loved me whole
but only hurt me just like them all.

Your smile,
That I always want to see
Your hands,
That I miss terribly
Your eyes,
That I wish is looking for me

As the night got deeper
Your love got colder