you say those proverbs as if you had contrived them
i know your arrogance,but do not point it out
and you’ve not changed a bit in three long dismal years
i thind your flaw isn’t so much your fault as as charm
maybe i will meet you one day,maybe wednesday,maybe not...
still,i’m sure to meet you amywy,maybe thursday,maybe not...

i want to be you
just like a leaf that has flown away with the wind and the rain
this"romance"is so mellow,and"so real"
just like a song that has died away with a flash in the night

i would like to be composed of you

you tell your stories as if yo had no respect for anyone
i sing my songs as if i were a prostitute
you take a snap at me,and stuff yourself on my welfare
i feel like i am clinging to a cloud
maybe i will kiss you slowly,maybe quickly,maybe not...
still,i’m sure to kiss you anyway,maybe sweetly,maybe not...

i want to be you
it’s hard to spend a lifetime for myself with the quakes and the storm
this"romance"is an error,and"surreal"
it’s clear that i love your insensitiveness like the hills and the sky

i world like to be merged into you