When you laugh, when you cry, I like you. When you talk to me and hug me, I like you. Because sometimes you protest for something without reason, because your heart is painted red. When I look at your face, the color of the illusion, I like you. I like you. When you sleep, when you dream, I like you. If you look at me and sigh, I like you. Because you keep the first rose I gave you, and you keep a dry leaf for me. Because I cry the times you want to cry, I like you. I like you. I like you. Because you keep the first rose I gave you, and you keep a dry leaf for me. Because I cry the times you want to cry, I like you. I like you. I like you. I like you.
