Who wants nothing but fluffy, shiny, pure things
Please speak kindly
To that girl
Even if Ты can't see it
That is the real me... It's me, Call me
When a fragile heart
Is decorated with frills, it throbs and cries
For example
Someday finding a Любовь that's sweet, sweeter than chocolate
She dreams of it
On a road of doubt is a perplexed girl
Who with heart-pounding and tears composes with her left hand
Please, someone
Strongly pull up that girl
When it's late at night
Because she finds herself unable to Переместить with fear... It's me, Guide me
If Ты dress the girl
That tends to run away in soft chiffon, will she become a little stronger?
A self that doesn't just hang her head
with cheeks red, red, like ripened strawberries
She wants to Показать you
It's me, Call me
When a fragile heart
Is decorated with frills, it throbs and cries
For example
Someday finding a Любовь that's sweet, sweeter than chocolate
She dreams of it
Notice her, call out to her, invite her along
She is here, that little girl
