That's the back of the one I love.
Right before my eyes, yet I can't step closer;
Right by my side, yet I can't reach him;
Right beside my ear, yet I can barely make out what he says.
He's only a priest, yet he's found his way into my heart;
His personality is awful, yet I love him deeply;
He's only a boy, yet he's already been stained red with blood.
He'll never understand the burning gaze I hide behind him;
He'll never understand the pain of words I can't bring myself to say;
Most of all, he'll never understand this stalker-like love of mine.
He doesn't need to understand. As long as I'm by his side, that's enough.
What happened to my childhood sweetheart?