Your smile, My happiness.
Your joke, My laugh.
It all seems like a fairytail,
But it can't be continued so perfectly.
Your sadness, My depression.
Your anger, My problem.
It can't work like a rollercoaster,
Because sooner or later one of us is going to get sick of riding.
Your love, My love.
Your heart, My heart.
--Our effort.
That's something we can work with,
Instead of depending on one another.
You say, I say, "I love you."
That will be enough to get us through.
Stumble!