Inside my tim, trái tim is a little girl
Who wants nothing but fluffy, shiny, pure things

Please speak kindly
To that girl
Even if bạn can't see it
That is the real me... It's me, Call me

When a fragile heart
Is decorated with frills, it throbs and cries
For example
Someday finding a tình yêu that's sweet, sweeter than chocolate
She dreams of it

On a road of doubt is a perplexed girl
Who with heart-pounding and tears composes with her left hand

Please, someone
Strongly pull up that girl
When it's late at night
Because she finds herself unable to di chuyển with fear... It's me, Guide me

If bạn dress the girl
That tends to run away in soft chiffon, will she become a little stronger?
A self that doesn't just hang her head
with cheeks red, red, like ripened strawberries
She wants to hiển thị you

It's me, Call me
When a fragile heart
Is decorated with frills, it throbs and cries
For example
Someday finding a tình yêu that's sweet, sweeter than chocolate
She dreams of it

Notice her, call out to her, invite her along
She is here, that little girl