I like you so much That I even prefer to hide it I leave it implied Like an idea that exists in my head And has "no" obligation to happen I find it so beautiful to be abstract, baby Beauty is indeed so fleeting It's an idea that exists in my head And has "no" pretension of happening It may even seem like weakness So be it weakness then The joy it gives me That goes without saying If tomorrow it's nothing like this It will only be up to me to forget What I gain, what I lose Nobody needs to know I like you so much That I even prefer to hide it I leave it implied Like an idea that exists in my head And has no pretension of happening It may even seem like weakness So be it weakness then The joy it gives me That goes without saying If tomorrow it's nothing like this It will only be up to me to forget And I will survive What I gain (from you), what I lose (to you?) Nobody needs to know