A boy's heartfelt confession
It's not that I hate that sort of thing, but then, you know...
Before I know it there's a huge crowd staring at me
There's no hard feelings, but, you know...
No matter how many people like me, I can't decide
I have no idea what I should do
But, it's fine, Isn't it better that way
Until I find my true love?
Feel my feeling, the only one like it in the world
Be my being, with my very own color
I'll paint an extraordinarily gorgeous sky
A girl's jealousy of me
It's not that I hate that sort of thing, but, the truth is
When I get such a refined love letter
It's, "Thanks... but, uh, sorry."
It's not because the passion is cooling any
And it's not because I'm running away in shyness, either
Something like true love is absolutely
More complicated than that, right?
Feel my feeling, Something like "I love you"
Be my being, Someday even I
Will sing an extraordinarily beautiful love song
Maybe deep down in my heart
I'm a bit lonely
I'm calling somebody
Maybe... perhaps it might be him
Feel my feeling, the one so precious to me
Be my being, with my very own color
I will sing an extraordinarily beautiful love song