My secret diary remains locked I started writing it the day I met you I felt destined to be with no one but you So I wanted to record everything I thought
I began to like you so much It wasn't ordinary Fantasy and reality (MMM...) Began to mix (MMM...) So I couldn't tell them apart anymore
I wonder how many times I wrote your name I switched to a pink pen just for that You were the one who owned the love in my heart It's lonely (without) confessing to the senior (I admire) Here, my wishes could come true
I always hid my diary away It would be awful if anyone read it So I switched it for the contents of a Somerset Maugham book I left it in a corner of my bookshelf and forgot about it
Gently taking it into my hands Just by opening it The happiness (MMM...) And anxiety from that time (MMM...) Spill out
I wonder how many times I wrote your name I switched to a pink pen just for that You were the one who owned the love in my heart It's lonely (without) confessing to the senior (I admire) Here, my wishes could come true
For some reason, since then It was all complaints I had written “It would be nice if that happened” “I hope my dream comes true”
One day I suddenly stopped writing Along the way, my love turned pristine white I wonder what it was I really wanted to write? The person I loved (you) disappeared (somewhere) The diary that hides my tears