The light shines brightly on you. I love you, no one can hear it, it can only reach my ears,
A sentimental confession prepared all night long, yes, I love you.
Like the warm spring fragrance, it stays with me for the time being.
I would like to turn into the breeze in front of you and wipe away your flowing tears.
I love you, the words I prepared all night long, the words that were too throbbing to be spoken, and now I confess to you.
I love you, I love you.
Concept: Love itself is fantasy.