When we meet
everything will be so perfect
I want to enjoy too
And I'll ease the tightness in my chest
What will not the most
If the phone is good
Imagine very near here
I feel your heat
Not afraid to be happy, to open-heart
With you I'm smart

I've gotten used to their own way,
Talking on the phone gimmick to tease me
When I get "tha"t lost
Will regret
Of one day getting me out of my seat

I ask, please do not fall in love
Well I'm not the man who once dreamed of his father

I just have to face saint
Where do nicely
Poor woman who believed.

I promise to give affection
But I like being free to fly alone
Maybe another day we may meet again