Holding back what are not lies,
as I fall into your eyes.
Its something that has just begun.
Its seems so fun I can not run.
Wishing that i told you first,
wishing that my heart would burst,
as i grad you by the hand
and tell you of my masterplan.
It was autumn,now its spring
and soon will be the summer rain
and then the winter snow so cold
this modern love is getting old.
