Sunday, January 24, 2010

A boy happened by, with a rather nonchalant appearance.
He was hoping for something.
A white blouse. A useless bag.
A cool breeze. Your scorching look.

A romantic love; I don't have any interest in things like that.
Truthfully speaking, we don't see eye to eye.
If he were to honestly say something like, "I like you,"
I would laugh to my heart's content.

There was a strange feeling, the first time we met.
He, I, everyone; we're all a Dramatic Heroine.
I lock away my heart, in a secret diary
I come for you: my future Romance.

At the highest point, an amusement park Ferris Wheel,
I find myself afraid. And in a quiet whispered voice, I say
That the quaint street, with it's houses and stores,
Looks like a cluttered toy box.
Why do you like me?

A romantic love; I don't have any interest in things like that.
Truthfully speaking, we don't see eye to eye.
If he were to honestly say something like, "I like you,"
I would laugh to my heart's content

-Itsuka wa Romansu; Shugo Chara

[sung by Mashiro Rima]