| Rushes inside me | |
| When we're together | |
| I know you feel it | |
| And that I'm not alone | |
| It's sometimes frightening | |
| And sometimes fragile | |
| It seems so precious that | |
| I don't want it to end | |
| Personal feeling | |
| Shared with each other | |
| We have been cooped up | |
| But we have surely grown | |
| Sometimes exchanges can be intensive | |
| Sometimes | |
| It's stupid but | |
| I don't want it to end |