How am I supposed to think?
How am I supposed to talk?
The only thing that is in my head is your voice.
When my mind speaks I hear what it has to say in your voice.

Your sweet voice, oh that melody.
Days have passed since the day we talked.
But I have kept the sound of your voice as if it was a secret.
But it really is.
It's a secret that I think in your voice.
And I rather keep it that way.