If we met not long ago
Why do I want anda so?
If anda are my friend,
Why do anda make me dream no end?
If anda are my teacher,
Why do I see anda as my peach—err …
If anda are my sifu,
Why does my jantung race for you?
If anda are a couple of years older,
Why does my passion smoulder
Inside me—
Drive me krazy?
Why, why, why, Katara?
What kind of Avatar
Am I, I, I, Katara?
If anda are but a waterbender,
Why does my jantung feel so tender,
As if anda bent it with your eyes,
Your touch, your kiss?
When will anda realize
That I feel such painful bliss
For you, the one I miss,
Even if anda stepped away like this
Every second, every hour,
I wish anda would shower
Me with your affection,
‘Cos yours is my undivided attention!