I don' like to listen to love song.
I don't want to watch love story.
Because I might sing along
And imagine that you're my one and only.
This secret has been inside me for so long
That when I'm with you I'm happy
But I don't want this to be so strong
Or else it will just be another worry.
I'd rather sing a goodbye song
To forget about our memory.
'Cause assuming that we feel the same is wrong:
That may be I love you, too, but secretly.
