Youre cute, Im cute, this logic is who doesnt make any difference to you who loves you Cute, I am cute, this logic is as if you dont make any difference to you
Your soul, your eyes, your eyes, your eyes My Your soul, your eyes, your eyes, your hand Your soul, your hand, your eyes, my love, my house flower is my house
When your sad memory is still in my house I mean my sadness, I dont have my eyes. Youre crazy Youre cute, Im cute, this logic is who does not matter to you who loves your soul Your soul is your eyes, your eyes are not your hand Your soul, your hand, your eyes, my love, my flower is my house
