It seems old to me about friend so my mind You're about to change in your mind about me And the story that I hear about you Says everything about your rendezvous All the whisper's silent Always silence wants to belong and hide from you That's why I cry Why I tell you loneliness some waiting for Waiting for the time I'd waited to know more Know more your heating some of love He isn't eyes to you, gifts to you All kind is your man I want to know Does he like to hold your hand like me You're easy more the kind who wants to show How I wonder it? There's who will be able to prepare The smallest star.