I don't know what I see in you,
Is it just the things you do?
The way you walk and the way you look.
Is the things that got me hooked?
You got a black hair and black eyes,
You seem cold as ice.
You're so unpredictable as a rolling dice,
But my love to you were not lies.
You're a mystery.
You're so difficult as history.
But still you're my favorite fantasy.
I hope we meet in reality.