Snooping among his things, I came across your diary
In it I knew that everything was a lie
Clothe my eyes with tears and so mark the page
To realize that I would know
Looking into my eyes, wanted to disguise
And immediately his eyes Filled
Not say anything, no longer have to pretend
That’s why I go; I understand you fell in love
Look no more, because there is only one culprit
And I have already noticed, that I have been I
You open notice, I have collected my things
And pass the door, you will not stop
I imagine you as a neat thing that happened
Because I cannot deny, you were my worship.