Say it.
One word that i'm waiting for
Cos i'm unable to read your eyes nor hear your whisper
Sing it.
The song that's playing in your heart
Cos i could not explain this thrill
Cos i have doubt on you

Why is it so hard to say love?
Although it exist
In the drizzling rain
In the moonlight
And also the sobbing.

Why is it so hard to confess love?
Although it feels
In love, desire and quiet night
Love, it does exist