Is it about time? My wish is to Hold me tight
Even though this moment will never come again, it won’t reach you
I swear, it doesn’t suit anyone but me
Is it about time? But it won’t reach you
Why do you like me? Show me more of your dance
Why do you want me? It’s not enough yet
Show me all of you, and make me feel it
Yeah… There are no lies in these feelings, even in the palm of Buddha’s hand
Surely, to others, I may seem like a barbarian, but for some reason, I’m gentle only to you
A melody that’s more of a failure than a prince, this fist exists to protect you
I’ll kick aside the small fry, my own version of LOVE, I’ll bring you out of heaven
Even if I have to play the villain for that, “I want to protect you,” that’s the engine
Your sturdy chest is wonderful, and your tough tattoos are cute
But I won’t be easily swayed (that’s right, I want only you)
Confuse me more, dye me to the core of my brain
Follow the Silk Road, I want to have fun
Why do you like me? Show me more of your dance
Why do you want me? It’s not enough yet
Show me all of you, and make me feel it
Yeah… There are no lies in these feelings, even in the palm of Buddha’s hand
In a way, this is my faith in you. If evil spirits and demons come, I’ll play proudly
High peaks suit you, and I, blooming beside you, am a celestial flower
You don’t need to flatter, you’re you, right? Your genuine smile is good
Become a bigger man than those clouds, I’ll protect you, so rest assured
You’re such a hard worker for me, but no pranks, you seem like a brat
I guess it’s impossible for a boy… Do you want some excitement? (That’s right, I want only you)
Stare at me, observe me so closely that there’s no opening
Use everything, everything for my sake
Why do you like me? Show me more of your dance
Why do you want me? It’s not enough yet
Show me all of you, and make me feel it
Yeah… There are no lies in these feelings, even in the palm of Buddha’s hand
Is it about time? My wish is to Hold me tight
Even though this moment will never come again, it won’t reach you
I swear, it doesn’t suit anyone but me
Is it about time? But it won’t reach you
Why do you like me? Show me more of your dance
Why do you want me? It’s not enough yet
Show me all of you, and make me feel it
Yeah… There are no lies in these feelings, even in the palm of Buddha’s hand