Neither he denies nor he expresses
Strange boy he is, bumping into me, he passes by
It may be a fun to him to tease me
To annoy me, he looks into others' eyes
He keeps peeking on me every day
But when he comes in front of me, he becomes unknown
Neither he denies nor he expresses
I'm still confident that he loves me
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