Barette It rests on your hair Like a large butterfly Barette Raising its wings Not wanting to be noticed It sits still Like me
By the window in the library Female students whisper Conspiring I glance over at them While reading Hemmingway
Tracing the movements of their lips In my mind Can I get a hint? By chance, our eyes meet As if you peeked into my heart I already raised the white flag
Barette In the wind You hold down your dancing hair Barette The sun Ah, it seems so bright I had to avert my eyes It's like you
I thought for sure It wouldn't be In a bug encyclopedia From my delusions, a romance Suddenly starts to move
Let's line up the evidence Left by the female students' scheming Shall we make a deduction? You're all getting fired up About who the cutest guy is Yes, in my line of sight…
Barette It rests on your hair Like a large butterfly Barette Raising its wings Not wanting to be noticed It sits still Like me
Barette You look back Stopping your hair With both hands Barette So very like you You smiled at me With mischevious eyes I wonder why?