I see him over there,
Just standing around,
He shakes his floppy hair,
He throws his bookbag to the ground.
I wonder if i should talk to him,
or just stay where i am,
I hope that when i ask him,
He will understand.
He looks my way,
A simple smile plays on my face.
Suddenly, I am brave enough.
And i ask him one question:
Will you be my valentine? ? ? ? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem