Sometimes the way you look at me, looks like you are in love. That look, my friend, would tell it all, except its not me you're thinking of.

There are times when I make you laugh, you'll blush or smile or sigh. And though I know it's her you like, I can't help but wonder why.

And then there are times I feel so loved, when in me you do confide. But it kills me then to hear how good she makes you feel inside.

Sometimes you're in my daydreams, and I wish they would come true. And I wonder if you even have those daydreams, too.

我的关怀方式是你无法察觉的悲凉。