You say those proverbs as if you had contrived them 
I know your arrogance, but do not point it out 
And you've not changed a bit in three long dismal years 
I think your flaw isn't so much your fault as a charm 
Maybe I will meet you one day, maybe wendsday, maybe not,not... 
Still I'm sure to meet you anyway, maybe thursday, maybe not,not... 

I want to be you 
Just like a leaf that has flown away with the wind and the rain 
This "romance" is so mellow, and "so real" 
Just like a song that has died away with a flash in the night 
I would like to [bad word] of you 

Ypou tell your stories as if you had no respect for anyone 
I sing my songs as if I were a prostitute 
You take a snap at me, and stuff yourself on my welfare 
I feel like I am clinging to a cloud 
Maybe I will kiss you slowly, maybe quickly, maybe not,not... 
Still I'm sure to kiss you anyway, maybe sweetly, maybe not,not... 

I want to be you 
It's hard to spend a lifetime for myself with the quakes and the storm 
This "romance" is an error, and "surreal" 
It's clear that I love your insensitiveness like the hills and the sky 
I would like to be merged into you