Woo, Open your eyes. You can't cover up your heart (to me.)
Can't we talk about anything at least tonight?

You looks just like the moon getting thinner for the bitterness and the pain.

Before the new day come, let's wash away the lump in your throat.
I can't be a sub for him though, at least, I'd like to weep with you.
Be myself.

Ah, Close my eyes. Your profile doing your best
at which I've gazed by you all along.

I give you the biggest "YES!"
(I know you, you know me, best friend.)

Before the new day come, let's be free to cry.*
The pointed moon will be getting full, your clear eyes will get back the brightness.
Be your self