As if about to be drawn into the TV screen
Your profile looks very beautiful
The platitudes of love we had used time and again
Never really suited us
“Either would be fine” L-O-V-E or love or whatever
Which would work in truth? In truth
I like you, I like you, I like myself with you
Knowing that it’s not enough just with the feeling of love
We seem to have destroyed it slowly and tenderly
“It’s like outer space” the two of us alone in the room
The eclectic smile on your face while watching TV
Feels somehow far away
Love as a garnish ends up being mere decoration
I was supposed to have liked you when you were with me
I held back thinking it wasn’t enough with all the lovely memories
Looks like I pushed you away while pursuing you
“It’s like outer space” the two of us alone in the room
The ever fickle King changes day to day
Ivory, I can never forget the hill of lilies under the warm sun
I like you, I like you, I like myself with you
I love you, I love you, I love you much more than you think I do
Love put on hold rather than satisfied
I ended up choosing it, thinking it suits me
I love you, I love you