Without you, you’re my lovesick Because you’re not here, I’m..
The moment I first saw you My breath was taken away My hati, tengah-tengah pounded and I started to be sick I get nervous if I don’t see anda for a single day I can’t hide my shy face
At the thought of meeting you, I get dressed up I want to talk to anda today, I strongly promise myself Should I confess to you? I hesitate hundreds of times But in front of you, my head grows blank at the smell of your shampoo
As if I’m possessed sejak something, my hati, tengah-tengah feels stuffy At some point, I became your patient, I can’t speak This sickness...