He's emotionless,
he has a heart of ice,
and a soul of stone.
Doesn't give a damn for a broken bone,
he'll fix it himself.
Why do I love him?
I'm really not sure, I just do.
But the problem is to make him love me too.
But a heart of ice can melt,
a soul of stone can crumble.
I awaken from my fantasy to him grumble,
as he walks past me to the door,
his arm brushes mine and my spirit soars.
I feel my spirit soar and I spy the fire,
in his eyes, that he tries to hide.
Although he tries to hide his love with lies, I know he loves me too.
"Heero, ai shiteru."