[English]
Took a bite, too much jam
Smiled alone like “yes I am”
Left the toast but kept the plate
You’re the part I can’t translate
Drew a heart inside my notes
Laughed at jokes no one else wrote
Said your name then looked away
Played it cool — cliché cliché
You're my cherry loop, sweet and slow
Round and round, I let it go
You're the hum I always hear
When no one else is near
You're my cherry loop, in my tea
Whispers soft, then dances free
You're not mine, and that’s the truth
But you still taste like youth
Watered plants with too much care
Named one after your soft stare
Lost my pen, then found a rhyme
Said “I’m fine” — but took my time
Late night walks with songs too low
Hoped you’d hear them… kinda so
Not in love, but something warm
Like a sunrise after storm
You’re the kind I never chase
But you live in quiet space
Every “maybe” turns to “true”
When the world forgets to move
You're my cherry loop, sweet and slow
Round and round, I let it go
You're the hum I always hear
When no one else is near
You're my cherry loop, in my tea
Whispers soft, then dances free
You're not mine, and that’s the truth
But you still taste like youth
You're my cherry loop, kind of light
You don’t stay, but you feel right
You're the “maybe” I don’t fight
You just hum into my night
You're not here, and that’s okay
Still you loop in my cliché
Not a crush, not quite new
But still fresh — that’s kinda you
[English]
Took a bite, too much jam
Smiled alone like “yes I am”
Left the toast but kept the plate
You’re the part I can’t translate
Drew a heart inside my notes
Laughed at jokes no one else wrote
Said your name then looked away
Played it cool — cliché cliché
You're my cherry loop, sweet and slow
Round and round, I let it go
You're the hum I always hear
When no one else is near
You're my cherry loop, in my tea
Whispers soft, then dances free
You're not mine, and that’s the truth
But you still taste like youth
Watered plants with too much care
Named one after your soft stare
Lost my pen, then found a rhyme
Said “I’m fine” — but took my time
Late night walks with songs too low
Hoped you’d hear them… kinda so
Not in love, but something warm
Like a sunrise after storm
You’re the kind I never chase
But you live in quiet space
Every “maybe” turns to “true”
When the world forgets to move
You're my cherry loop, sweet and slow
Round and round, I let it go
You're the hum I always hear
When no one else is near
You're my cherry loop, in my tea
Whispers soft, then dances free
You're not mine, and that’s the truth
But you still taste like youth
You're my cherry loop, kind of light
You don’t stay, but you feel right
You're the “maybe” I don’t fight
You just hum into my night
You're not here, and that’s okay
Still you loop in my cliché
Not a crush, not quite new
But still fresh — that’s kinda you