• Warm summer air makes me think if you're still there
    In that love-cursed little balcony
    Wondering how skies are touched by fireflies
    In that enchanting, dark night sky.

    Would you even dare?
    Would you even mind?
    Would you dare to mind if I myself cares?

    Can you hear me now?
    Singing this bashful song?
    Can you even express it,
    express your sorrow?

    Do I even exist in your eyes?
    Because if I do, then tell me now
    What can I do, to make you feel alright.