I met you first in the light
on that very night
I look into your bright
eyes and I felt great
so I fell in love from that sight
and went to bed that night

I had an option to tell you the truth
but decided to shut my mouth
because I feel it was still at youth
to speak such unusual truth

which could be so disgraceful to my personality

short awhile I fell to sleep
In my sleep, I bleed the pain
of unsaid feeling
thinking of seeing her again
so I can pasture her like a sheep
following the awe to ascertain
and satisfy its feeling

she was a passer-by
so not certain I will meet her again
but the feeling I can't say to anybody in vain
because it's her I feel this for
cowardliness is an awkwardness