When I look at him, everything will be okay

It's as if the real world has vanished

Oh, how I can just hear him say:

"Just look at what we've accomplished"

I'll show my smiles, blushs, and giggles

We'll talk for hours and hours

And we'll have pencils in one hand, the other with papers full of our scribbles

Spending time with him would be as beautiful as flowers

But nothing lasts forever, as the flowers will wilt

I'll be stuck in darkness once more

As I look for this happiness I'd wish to be rebuilt

I'll stay trapped, just like before

I'll never meet him, it's quite obvious

I'll just pretend I will like the international fan I am

Falling in love with an idol who is oblivious

to who I am, as if he'd give a damn

I just feel like this...

All my worries, troubles, and fears go away

Somewhat like pure bliss...

Because when I look at him, everything will be okay