I want to ask you to accompany me in the middle of the night But I'm afraid You've heard too much of my voice How can I make you happy every time I also blame you for seeing more friends than me Looking forward to your flower meeting In fact, I hate to expect I'm afraid it's true love Hate that tomorrow may be separated So I don't know how to love Why should you be afraid of falling in love before you first kiss Miss before the date is over I'm so stupid that I expect too much tomorrow at night Thought you would be in front of me Why hasn't there been a fight Will fight you Face your test every day