How can I look again at you without being blinded?
I'm not a sailor, but you're a lighthouse to me now
In this fog of confusion of feelings, I am lost
The ship sways, wind blows, cloudy mind stays
I don't want to lose my footing and whatever we have
But I'm afraid to be guided by you, I might fall in love
But I know the situation is dangerous and I must choose
Whether to lose my sight of you or heed your presence