The wind blows my hair
as my eyes look at you
seeing your sweet smile.
Suddenly, I hold your hand
to ease the anxious feeling.
You might not know,
but I am the one who fall for you.
I keep my glance at you,
until I hear you shout.
I slowly remove my hand
and start to walk away from you.
As I close my eyes,
my heart is confessing.
Will you look into my eyes,
and then hug me?
Will you pretend you have no choice
to hold my hand tight?
Will your warm smile
stop melting my heart?
