In the spring of that budding child
I’m not so dull as to not notice
The expired love brings about
Out-of-season heatstroke
Ah, that hair
Captivated by the suddenly fragrant sweetness
Look, it’s already too late
Thump, thump
I don’t like that cute girl
The troubled eyelashes of a maiden in love
I’ll always be watching her eyes
I don’t want to be her friend
Why is it so lovely, yet
Why is it so detestable
I don’t like that girl who blooms in the early spring
I’m not so immature as to confess
My love that doesn’t bloom inside me
I’d like to see where those composed eyebrows move
But I think it’s still burdensome, burdensome
Ah, I feel like this heat
Might be felt by you
Touching those fingertips
Still, it’s a hassle, a hassle
There are no feelings exchanged between us
I just like your eyes when you’re in love
My feelings won’t be saved
Even though I don’t want to be her friend…
Ah, those lips
I will never again forget my surrender
I don’t like that cute girl
The troubled eyelashes of a maiden in love
I’ll always be watching her eyes
I don’t want to be her friend
I don’t like that cute girl
I just don’t like her
Why is it so lovely, yet
Why is it so detestable
I don’t like that girl who blooms in the early spring
The love of that cute girl, let it bear fruit