Whether it is raining,
or the snow is falling,
I am standing in the alley
by your building
hoping you will pass,
probably you won't,
every moment when I see
I'm so happy,
strangely and funny
our world is made,
heart is loving 
but ain't telling
of it's love to you...

I will live and I won't know
if you love me back
I don't want my love to show
don't want you to reject, 
and I'm afraid
that you'll reject

I made up a song
using my guitar
it's too bad that you won't hear it
that's because
not hiding my pain
I have called you there
the most beautiful and pretty
oh, and I am honest
when it's late at night....
I'm starting to write
People say everyone's writing
at nineteen , but yet....

every line has only dots
after letter L
you will understand for sure
what I wanted to tell
Wanted to tell, but couldn't tell

refrain...

but snow will melt 
as winters pass
and maybe you
will tell me "YES"