The season's changing. It's feeling a little bit
colder,So I'm wearing your too baggy shirt.We had another
fight. I keep kiding myself that "I'm okay on my own," How
pitiful.But, of anything, nothing compares to your warmth.I had
always searched for this great loving feel,I'm surrounded
by it, in your arms.I want you to hold me tighter and never let
go.I'm perverse, but I can't help it. Now, I am
amaenbo*.We aren't always together,So when we finally meet,
My cheeks redden.Some of your behaviours made my heart skipped a
beat... I surrender to my feelings.This happiness is
unforgettable, I won't forget it.I was always longing for
you. I want to become pretty.I want to look pretty for
you.I'm a little awkward, but I want to hold you tightlyI
am your amaenbo**Acting like a needy/spoiled child