When the first time I’ve met you,
I don’t know what I feel for you,
As time may past,
I began to discover you.
In every single day that I see you,
I feel so happy but with a little bit nervous,
And every time we talk each other,
I don’t know what to do.
I know I have already liked you,
Then I always ask myself the word “why you?”
As I know the girl you like will never be me,
And I’m just nothing for you.
