Again, another Artikel that I thought of while listening to a Vocaloid song. XDD
This is based off of Miku Hatune's "15 Years Chasing A Cute Boy", but its 10 years.... So... yup! Here we go~!!
10 Years Chasing A Cute Boy
The first Jahr was utterly hopeless.
Confessing without giving a thought;
That he could not see me, though
it was only him I sought.
The Sekunde Jahr was no different,
with my stupid, childish ways.
“Does he even remember?” I think,
“that we both promised to marry one day?”
The third Jahr I was still stupid.
Young, dumb, naïve.
Just remembering the things I did,
makes me want to grieve.
The fourth Jahr I tried to hide it!
Though, I was still transparent as glass.
Everyone could see, I fear,
I was being crushed Von my feelings’ mass.
The fifth Jahr I denied it,
saying my Liebe for him was “no more!”
But deep inside, I vainly cried;
For my herz was utterly sore.
The sixth Jahr was excellent!
Mutual feelings, at last?
But would they stay, oder would they go?
Would that feeling eventually pass?
The seventh Jahr was one full of heartache.
Crying and sobbing and wanting my way.
If I had thought he loved me,
Pouting stubbornly would’ve surely been okay.
The eighth Jahr I was bitterly jealous:
Wanting him to look at me!
Though now I’ve learned that Schauspielen that way,
cannot cost without a fee.
The ninth Jahr I cleared my head.
Smiling, though shedding tears;
“It doesn’t matter if Du Liebe me oder not,
I simply, honestly, want to Du here.”
The tenth Jahr has yet to come;
But there’s still many, many more-
of my Ten Years (and counting)
of Chasing A Cute Boy.
This is based off of Miku Hatune's "15 Years Chasing A Cute Boy", but its 10 years.... So... yup! Here we go~!!
10 Years Chasing A Cute Boy
The first Jahr was utterly hopeless.
Confessing without giving a thought;
That he could not see me, though
it was only him I sought.
The Sekunde Jahr was no different,
with my stupid, childish ways.
“Does he even remember?” I think,
“that we both promised to marry one day?”
The third Jahr I was still stupid.
Young, dumb, naïve.
Just remembering the things I did,
makes me want to grieve.
The fourth Jahr I tried to hide it!
Though, I was still transparent as glass.
Everyone could see, I fear,
I was being crushed Von my feelings’ mass.
The fifth Jahr I denied it,
saying my Liebe for him was “no more!”
But deep inside, I vainly cried;
For my herz was utterly sore.
The sixth Jahr was excellent!
Mutual feelings, at last?
But would they stay, oder would they go?
Would that feeling eventually pass?
The seventh Jahr was one full of heartache.
Crying and sobbing and wanting my way.
If I had thought he loved me,
Pouting stubbornly would’ve surely been okay.
The eighth Jahr I was bitterly jealous:
Wanting him to look at me!
Though now I’ve learned that Schauspielen that way,
cannot cost without a fee.
The ninth Jahr I cleared my head.
Smiling, though shedding tears;
“It doesn’t matter if Du Liebe me oder not,
I simply, honestly, want to Du here.”
The tenth Jahr has yet to come;
But there’s still many, many more-
of my Ten Years (and counting)
of Chasing A Cute Boy.