I want to gather some sweet flower:
Sweet sweet blossoms of flowers,
Inside my red red pick pocket heart.
Hoping you're still be there,
Waiting to ask me to be your mine.
But I've found something different,
Something that makes me bite my lips,
The only thing I'd no longer expect,
Because of the crazy things that I held.
Though I know it will sounds funny,
To say something you've always telling,
Even if I cried in bitting my lips,
I tell you something, I've found special.
Its you here in my red red pick pocket heart.