Without you, you’re my lovesick Because you’re not here, I’m..
The moment I first saw you My breath was taken away My cuore pounded and I started to be sick I get nervous if I don’t see te for a single day I can’t hide my shy face
At the thought of meeting you, I get dressed up I want to talk to te today, I strongly promise myself Should I confess to you? I hesitate hundreds of times But in front of you, my head grows blank at the smell of your shampoo
As if I’m possessed da something, my cuore feels stuffy At some point, I became your patient, I can’t speak This sickness...