Could I be in love with you in times of attachment
  But not have to think of you ceaselessly, without rest
  Could I not have to come close to you when I forget myself
  But I could blow a breath of air into the sky
  And touch you lightly like a gust of wind
  
  Would I be allowed to hold you tight and then push you away
  To suddenly be happy and suddenly ignore you
  When I'm bored, could I pretend to kiss you goodbye
  Take a breath of fresh air, and then continue on our honeymoon
  
  I only want to gently experience separation
  And then let myself fear that we'd no longer be together again
  
  Who told me to love you so much
  I hope that we'll forever be in the century of first love
  Every time the weather changes
  It's like the way your coldness and my warmth contrast one another
  I want you to love me
  The way I love you; instilled with life at dawn, dead at dusk
  I love to excite you, just like you love to fly
  
  When I'm feeling mischievous, could I love you but still be allowed
  To be sweet one moment and bitter in the next; have a long then a
  short kiss
  When I'm bored, couldn't I arrange for a date with you, and yet be
  waiting for you every minute
  I hope to have another honeymoon
  I'm so curious