Oh my love, you're so careless
And I'm so easy to see.
My voice in the phone says when I'm angry.
My eyes. Oh my eyes, they're so shown when sad.
But you can't see.
Soo much time and you still don't know the difference in the farewells.
The kiss in the face or in the forehead,
The glance in the mouth or in the floor.
You say that I'm difficult to read.
I have recent friends who decipher me in a look.
It's everything a question of to be able to see, I suppose.