Lyric

The ballpoint pen I received from you—

Your warmth came with it

And that alone made me happy

When we leaned just a little closer

My heart trembled with a quiet ache

Your casual little present

I accepted it while watching your gentle profile

I didn’t want you to notice

So I looked down as if nothing happened

But my fingertips still remember—

The pen you placed on my desk

It should be nothing more than a tool

Yet the warmth left on my fingers

From touching your hand

Still refuses to melt away

Because I want your heart

I let my eyelashes flutter softly

But the feelings blooming deep inside me

Are still wavering in front of you

Your heart is holding someone else’s dream

And still, in that moment

Your hand didn’t let go of mine

Just a single second flowed slowly—

Maybe it was only my imagination

But the happiness I felt was undeniably real

The warmth on my fingertips

From touching your hand

Still hasn’t faded

What I received wasn’t the pen—

It was the warmth of your hand

The touch of your fingers

A precious gift from you

Moments like that are the only times

I’m allowed to be close to you

I quietly recall that gentle day again today

I want to remember the warmth of your hand

Because it was your quiet gift to me

I’ll keep it close to my heart, gently and forever