Looking For Ballads

I feel so lonley that I could not even cry.
In the wide open room, nobody but me.

I have nothing to do, I am irritated and defeated,
On such a day, I've got your mail.

What a mysterious lady you are.
The more often I meet you, you become more beautiful.
My heart beats rapidly as if I fall in love with you.
Believing you feel the same.

Kind heart would get more gently and tender.
Clear eys would become more like a chrystal.
You would become much more beautiful than ever.

Why you are such a kind hearted lady?
Such a phrase can not be enough to tell about you.
Betrayed and injured, then pick up the phone,
You say, "I am glad you to call me".

I don't understand much about you now.
What a stupid phrase I am telling you!
I am searching for what you are looking at.
Hoping and praying you look at my eys.

Kind heart would get more gently and tender.
Clear eys would become more like a chrystal.
You would become much more beautiful than ever.

You would become much more beautiful than ever.