I Think / I Would Like To

Maybe,
But not yet,
Said to be,
But it didn't happen.

Turns out, maybe I pretended to be,
Secretly in love with you, for too long,
Satisfied that I,
Myself, am happy,
Is enough.

Pretend it is so,
Love is natural,
Waiting seems...
But there's no such thing.

Actually,
I just need to call out
Your name,
Still, it may not project
My heart-felt wish...

Meaningless,
You wish, I'd tell,
Then you'd know,
Meaningless, you know,
I think, I feel,

Don't ask me why,
I do so many silly things for you.
Yes, even then, I don't have to tell you.*

Maybe,
Almost there, but not just yet.
If it is so,
It's still not there, yet.

Even if,
In my dream,
I call out your name,
It doesn't have to tally with reality.

It is as if,
The moon is hinting,
Matters of the heart,
Are like pictorial Chinese words,

Especially, If,
It's almost going to have
Something substantial.
Intimate, sweet feelings,
How can they explain?
Patiently explain to you?
And there's no crooked meaning,
It's because, for you,
I have become ridiculous.
Yes, but still, this cannot be stopped.
Yes, but I won't explain to you.