Love, when it is revealed, you can't reveal it.
It feels good to look at her, but you can't talk to her.
When you want to say what you feel, you don't know what to say.

It seems that you are...someone you seem to forget...

Oh, but if she guessed, if she could hear the look
and if a look were enough for her to know that you're loving her!

But who is sorry, shuts up;
Who wants to say how much you feel,
Is soulless or whoever speaks,
Is alone, entirely!

But if I can tell you what I dare not tell you,
I won't have to tell you any more because I'm telling you...