She remembered the old times,
Where all leaves are red, skies are plain pale blue,
A light gentle wind warms her when she is secretly staring at you
Dreaming that she was yours.
The sweet curve on his lips sends calmness;
The rim in his eyes when he smiles is her favorite perfect scene.
Every time you were near, her heart was beating so loud,
Every chance she was hoping you would know that her heart beats only for you.
This unrequited love will never be easy; loving someone in a secret way seems like you suffer every night and day, thinking, "Will he be yours someday, or will he remain just your fantasy?"