Can't Keep Poker Face

After school.
I catch a glimpse of your silhouette from a distance.
Your short, neatly trimmed hair sways in the breeze.
It is somehow so cute that I cannot help but follow you with my eyes.

I suddenly snap out of it and cover my mouth.
It seems my expression had softened without me even realizing it.

In truth, you are the person I have feelings for,
and at the same time-you are my "oshi" (my favorite).

You are sociable and talk to me brightly, even though I am who I am.
You are like the sun.
I am sure that is how you are to everyone.

Truly, I want to get to know you better.
But someone like me is not good enough for you.

That is why it is better if these feelings never reach you.
I am sure that is for the best for both of us.

They are the one person they must never reach.

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Pakiruka's own slightly twisted view on love, set to a sophisticated band sound.