Inside my jantung is a little girl
Who wants nothing but fluffy, shiny, pure things

Please speak kindly
To that girl
Even if anda can't see it
That is the real me... It's me, Call me

When a fragile heart
Is decorated with frills, it throbs and cries
For example
Someday finding a cinta that's sweet, sweeter than chocolate
She dreams of it

On a road of doubt is a perplexed girl
Who with heart-pounding and tears composes with her left hand

Please, someone
Strongly pull up that girl
When it's late at night
Because she finds herself unable to pindah with fear... It's me, Guide me

If anda dress the girl
That tends to run...