Every day i wait for my dear friend,
He fights anywhere he is.
And i think i will go mad

Of this crazy, pretty boy he is.
White,
So listen and don't fight,
You know that somewhere i'm waiting for you,
Worring about you.
I know you need it, it's piece for your heart.
You fight devoting yourself to hating.
I try to understand,even though it's hard.
But leave me waiting...