• i notice your sadness
    but somehow
    you've made it your attractiveness

    something about that sad demeanor
    i was intrigued
    you would barely speak
    but i wonder what you might say if you did

    i want to know what you're thinking that makes you so blue
    what's on your mind?
    more importantly, why do i care?
    i don't know anything about you

    but i can't ask you
    it's not my style


    i swore i'd never browse
    you passed by, looking so sad
    you removed me from my daze
    and from then on i stole any glance i could

    i swore i'd never browse
    but you passed by, looking so down
    i should go to you and say
    "don't frown, it'll be okay!"

    but i can't tell you
    it's not my style


    my train of thought is fragile as is
    you'll pass along the tracks
    hands in pockets, gaze downcast
    and it'll crash without your noticing


    i swore i'd never browse
    but you passed by, looking so sad
    my sympathy went out to you
    though i know not what for

    i swore i'd never browse
    but you passed by, looking so down
    for all I know
    your heart could be already be preoccupied

    but i can't ask you
    it's not my style


    i want you to see me
    no, I've changed my mind, please don't look!

    ...

    did you look back, just now?