When I stand on the island,

No direction,

No inclination to go home.

I hate to have you in my dream,

Your kind-hearted,

Your beauty,

Your smile,

Beneath myself is too sensibility,

Become neighbor with fragility,

Soul is disappeared,

Body temperature is become negative.

Embarrassed myself trapped in this secret all along,

Friends said ‘you are pathetic’

There is the end with out any beginning,

‘like you’ never out of my voice,

Watch you two grip happiness,

I pretend I am blind,

Endure the sad I forecast.

If I let you know,

The truth of my feeling,

Who can clean up,

The damaged between our friendship,

If I can keep this secret,

I will brush through the chance.

Burying the secret under feelings,

Standing at the corner of the street,

Portending ignore you,

Because in your eyes,

She is important than me.

The blessings,

Will leave behind at the corner of the street.