yeah

I admit, everyone is beautiful, But your beauty shines the brightest. Everyday you ask about your face, Everyone knows the beauty you embrace. Each time you ask me how do you look like, If your hair’s still neat, if your blush is fine, The moment you ask, I can't help but think, I like you, but there's a line I always see. The line I cannot bear to cross, Cause this feeling of mine is not right. This kind of love is wrong, But it always felt right just by your sight.