There is a secret, 

my heart was a locked harbor— 

for a long term, 

yet it was lastly unwrapped, 

for only you to walk in.

There is a secret, 

my heart turned into a slightly place—

for you to stay,

yet your heart settled me down, 

for me to stay.

There is a secret, 

my heart pinned a glimmer of hope— 

for our love would never end, 

yet it was somber and I was wracked,

for everything got buried and gone.

There is a secret,

my heart sobbed a lament— 

for uncovering you were being halfhearted,

my heart silently grieved,

for letting you go hereupon.

There is a secret,

my heart still whispers your name— 

for the sense you’re now in the downfall.

There is a secret, 

a distance will never truly make us detached— 

for you ever stayed in me, 

for I ever stayed in you.

There is a secret, 

that I don’t want to see you falling down— 

that I don’t want to make it a secret no more.

This is not a secret, 

for now I’m writing on— 

for liven you up, 

as my love for you will never change.