Rather than the sound of the shutter that captures us
Rather than a picture that can easily contain us
I want to draw you with my own hands
I want to spread out white paper, hold a pencil and look at your face

Brown eyes, Brown hair, Round face, Small ears
I’ll even draw your cheeks that grow red when our eyes meet
Sharp nose, Last time red lip like a star
While I draw you, my heart shakes
You are so beautiful

Even your mad face when you get upset sometimes
Your warm eyes in that look you only give me
I want to draw you with my own hands
I want to spread out white paper, hold a pencil and look at your face

Brown eyes, Brown hair, Round face, Small ears
I’ll even draw your cheeks that grow red when our eyes meet
Sharp nose, Last time red lip like a star
While I draw you, my heart shakes
You are so beautiful

I’m not that skilled so I can’t draw all of your beauty
But I’ll draw it in my heart

Even your mad face when you get upset sometimes
Your warm eyes in that look you only give me
I want to draw you with my own hands
I want to spread out white paper, hold a pencil and look at your face