I don’t know if it’s spring or fall
And if it’s winter, who cares?
You touch me all day to the point where it all melts away

The weather is so nice these days
Even if it’s not, who cares?
Was the Seoul air always this sweet?

You can draw anything
I’ll be anything for you, color me like a pastel crayon
Black or yellow, draw it for me
The fantasy in your heart that no one else has seen
Only for me, oh love

Sweet line, draw for me
Touch line, touch me
Each and every strand of my hair
Softly, sweet line, whisper to me
Feel line, make me beautiful
Fill up my hands only till it doesn’t hurt

Do you really like me that much?
Tell me the specific reason
What about me possessed your heart?
If I ask you several times a day
Even if it’s annoying, answer me, love

Sweet line, draw for me
Touch line, touch me
Each and every strand of my hair
Softly, sweet line, whisper to me
Feel line, make me beautiful
Fill up my hands only till it doesn’t hurt

The crayon gets on your hands
Keep going until your hands get sticky like a child

You can draw anything
I’ll be anything for you, color me like a pastel crayon
Black or yellow, draw it for me

Sweet line, draw for me
Touch line, touch me
Each and every strand of my hair
Softly, sweet line, whisper to me
Feel line, make me beautiful
Fill up my hands only till it doesn’t hurt