The transfer student greeted with a lowered head
Still wearing a different uniform skirt
You, lifting your face shyly
At the moment our eyes met…
Guided to the seat next to me, the transfer student
Struggling to greet with a small voice
I nodded without saying anything clever
Feeling embarrassed
The distance between us, becoming brighter
I felt it widening
Pretending to forget, wanting an opportunity
Hiding textbooks in the back of the desk
Hoping your cuteness won’t be exposed
I might just die of jealousy
Hoping I won’t long for your cuteness, ah
If only you were mine?
Boys from other classes came to see you
Saying things like “plain” or “cute”
Unable to endure, I closed the door
You were just surprised
Awkward as the class began
You grabbed my sleeve
A letter handed over
Just saying “thank you”
Hoping your cuteness won’t be exposed
Your smile is unfair already
Hoping I won’t long for your cuteness
Because I’m here
Slowly getting to know each other, the distance shrinks
Reading manga together, our favorites
Dyed in your color
If I gently place my (finger) on your (finger)
Your (finger) (entwines) with mine, our gazes still lowered
Sorry, I love you to death.
Will you go out with me?
You said while smiling through tears
“I love you more.”
Hoping your cuteness won’t be exposed
I might just die of jealousy
Because I’ll be the one to bind your cuteness
Because I’m your boyfriend
La la la…
Hope it won’t be exposed