I'm not your type, and surely not your ideal...
                                             How is it I appear in your eyes?
                                            
                                            Even when I try an assertive approach... I chicken out and everything stays the same.
                                             It's often said that, "The one who falls in love first, loses".
                                             I just don't have the power... to wield the kind of magic that would draw your attention.
                                             I keep on hoping with all my heart, will everything work out someday?
                                            
                                            But even if I keep saying those kinds of things,
                                             I can never really close this distance... no matter how long I wait.
                                            
                                            And so the more I wish- wish- wish to be with you...
                                             The more I never get to see- see- see you... what the heck am I doing?
                                             I'm out being blown along by the evening wind, searching for a chance meeting - even though it will never come.
                                             Time and time again, I'm seeing I have a habit of never pushing things...
                                             It'd be nice if I could smile at the end of this story.
                                            
                                            If I copy the hairstyle of that person you admire,
                                             Though I don't look the same, I wonder if it might make you notice me.
                                             But even 1,000 years from now, I could never surpass him,
                                             So I'll have to search for another way...
                                            
                                            It'd be too lame of me to invite you out as a friend, so I end up not doing it after all.
                                             It's often said that, "The deeper you fall in love, the more blind that love is".
                                             If I could just run into you randomly... or happen to take the same path home...
                                             But there's no way something that fateful could happen - I guess I'll never get the chance?
                                            
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                                            But even if I keep saying those kinds of things,
                                             These feelings will never be known... no matter how long I wait.
                                            
                                            And so the more I wish- wish- wish to be with you...
                                             The more I never get to see- see- see you... what the heck am I doing?
                                             I'm out being blown along by the evening wind, searching for a chance meeting - even though it will never come.
                                             Time and time again, I'm seeing I have a habit of never pushing things...
                                             It'd be nice if I could smile at the end of this story.
                                            
                                            "Even if you were to hook up with another,
                                             As long as you're happy, I wouldn't mind";
                                             Even if I was trying to save face, I don't ever want to tell a lie like that!
                                             There's only one truth: this ONE-SIDED LOVE.
                                            
                                            If I can't ever manage to tell you,
                                             It'd be no different than never loving you in the first place.
                                             So I gotta turn a new page and accept whatever answer is written there...
                                            
                                            The more I always wish- wish- wish to be with you...
                                             The more I never get to see- see- see you... what the heck am I doing?
                                             I'm out being blown along by the evening wind, searching for a chance meeting - even though it will never come.
                                             Time and time again, I'm seeing I have a habit of never pushing things...
                                             It'd be nice if I could smile at the end of this story.