If all I just do is look at you.
The eyes tell the story of how I feel.
No, I'm not a stalker.
I'm your lover.

If I never speak.
The eyes tell the story about my weakness.
You're an intoxicating joy.

The depth of my affection can't be measure by a ruler.
And in various ways even I can't describe it.
But my eyes tell the story honestly about how I love you?