What can I say anything; I don't know how I can feel it.
But I think it's because I'm alone, in my bedroom, in the dark.
Nobody is with me.
Nobody take me in his arms.
Nobody thinks about me.
I'm alone, and I'm in my mistakes.
I'm listening acoustic music and I'm going to cry a little.
Not a lot.
Just a little.
Just for express my sadness without words and voices.
Just for me.
Not for anyone.
I really want to be with this boy.
You can't imagine that he represents a lot for me.
When I see him, my heart resounds in my misery body and I look him.
My green eyes follow his way until he disappears from my view.
And I dream about him.
I can say that he makes me dream.
He makes me do some romantic dreams.
Especially dreams which will never take place.
And reality catches me violently before my heart carried away by an unachievable romance, like movies and love songs.
And – you can make fun of me – say to myself that this history with him will never exist absolutely makes me suffer.
It gnaws at me indoors, little by little...
I think about him every time, but he doesn't know that I exist...
Acoustic remix of Haru Haru by Big Bang makes me think much more of him...