I stand in my crowd, you in yours
my gaze on you, my heart endures.
Hiding away in hundred glances
hoping you’d find mine by any chances.
And yet it’s good that you don’t see
this weak and foreign side of me.

You in your crowd, I in mine
your smile and laugh are so divine.
Even if it’s not for me,
I look at you heart-achingly.
But you don’t smile at me no more,
And I feel stupid hoping for.