Getting close without a sound, unpredictable and always playing around
I’m caught off guard, always going at your pace…
as if you were whispering… as if you were throwing a tantrum..
sometimes violent, sometimes kind…
Hold on, don’t go!
Let’s argue again, I’ll bribe you with a song,
I’ll call you to kill time,
Please don’t go and leave me behind!’
*sursa: Your Lie in April