Rolling... tears are flowing, rolling, rolling Like the silent pain hasn't won Trembling... fingertips are trembling, trembling, trembling I be thinking about the happy, warm times
* They say if you love, you become prettier They say if you love, you change a little What do have to do to make the love inside me prettier? When I think about it, tears come When tears come, what comes to mind is It's a relief that I have a person like that by my side
Gently... my eyes are closing, gently, gently I must have wanted to dream about the scent of that smile Rolling... love is rolling, rolling I must like him to the point where my mind is cold
Repeat *
When you, who is cold, get off my chest, I have to laugh as if I see anything \"Maybe you'll come back\" always repeats at that place Even though it's foolish because I like a happy love