I was walking in the room when I saw you,
You played my piano and you’re exceptionally being you.
You are someone who is way different from the other,
Patiently kind like there’s nothing that I can utter.
The music of your fingers is struck in an old white key,
Melody of kindness is what I feel for someone who’s wearing tee.
Knowing that he you have childish flairs in joking,
You’re a best bud who can’t always be involved in fighting.
He is a type of a guy, who is sometimes naughty,
He teases anyone like he grips things so tightly.
I never knew that he could be like that,
That innocent face can be like a bad bat.
Whatever you do inside this one dark room,
I still see that little spark like that far out of moon.
You are the music in everyone’s hearts,
It’s sweeter than good like those sweetest tarts.
