To envelop myself in your sweet warmth, I keep doing wrong things.
Je t’aime? How silly I am!
You say you don’t mind it but I’m at a loss what to say.
Je t’aime. This is all I can say for now.
Staying with you is a fabulous thing.
Everything around me gets mild to me.
A creature starts running in the dusk as if tempted by the smell of curry.
Je t’aime! forever.
Staying with you is a fabulous thing.
Everything around me gets mild to me.
Staying with you is a wrong thing.
I’m tired today as usual from thinking over which to choose.