If we met not long ago
Why do I want bạn so?
If bạn are my friend,
Why do bạn make me dream no end?
If bạn are my teacher,
Why do I see bạn as my peach—err …
If bạn are my sifu,
Why does my tim, trái tim race for you?
If bạn are a couple of years older,
Why does my passion smoulder
Inside me—
Drive me krazy?
Why, why, why, Katara?
What kind of Avatar
Am I, I, I, Katara?
If bạn are but a waterbender,
Why does my tim, trái tim feel so tender,
As if bạn bent it with your eyes,
Your touch, your kiss?
When will bạn realize
That I feel such painful bliss
For you, the one I miss,
Even if bạn stepped away like this
Every second, every hour,
I wish bạn would shower
Me with your affection,
‘Cos yours is my undivided attention!