I know a mystery even Detective Conan can't solve: The mystery of how you got so damn beautiful!
There are over five billion people in the world. There is someone for everyone. Could it be that I might be the person for you?
I see you feel angry. Here's my body, punch me all you want until you released all the anger. You'll hug me afterwards.
I don't know what is more romantic - the thought of seeing you in a few hours or the dream I had about you last night.
I don't want anyone else to have your heart, kiss your lips, be in your arms, be the one you love. I don't want anyone to take my place.