How did the heart quarrel with the mind? How did you sneak in through the back door? It's a little bastard, it's a poor thing Love is a ghost, but this ghost is very cute.
Surprises also started getting surprised Now I started becoming foolish Hearts are sitting in defeat on one affection Expensive arbitrariness started happening
What will you make me do in my dreams, how many colors will I change in my dreams, fly away like a balloon, my heart, poor fool, you called slowly, wherever it goes.
