Those things...those things I can't understand
Those things...those things I don't know how to withstand
Those things...they let me in a deep sorrow
Sorry that definitely won't end tomorrow
All that stuff makes me feel weak
I really,I really want to weep

It's not about what thou hast done
It's about what thou hast made me felt
I reckoned that all I've felt was gone
But for thee,my heart simply melts

I don't know if I might or mightn't
But all this,makes me feel frightened
Frightened about this interest that's so keen
But what can I do if thou art the best thing I've ever seen?

Yea,I'm drought
But not from water,to know who thou art
To know,if I can hearken and to be heard
'Cause in the end,I'm always the one who gets hurt
It's not easy,it's often tough
But,that's kinda enough
About what thou make me feel,I can't write even a half
That's so perfect that I want to laugh
But anyway,I know not what she hath
I hope I'll love thee,until the day of my death