I do not know
What made me feel this way.
Was it your beautiful eyes,
Showing the world's not always gray?
                                              
I can not figure out  
The point from which it began.
Was it the way we stare?      
Or the way we hold hands?

Maybe it was the little talks we've had.
The moments we get to know each other.
Or could it be the silence?
The comfort we didn't bother?

Or maybe it was something else...
Maybe it was your joyful smile  
When I noticed your new hair.
It got me still for quite a while.  

Or perhaps, it was your spirit.
The adventurous in heart,
Who sacrificed her own desires
Only to be torn apart.
  
I find it hard to discover
From all those things,
Why I long for you as a lover.
Yes, I long for you as a lover.
  
Now if I may, I would like to ask you.
Will you say "I love you, too"                
When I tell you that I love you?