Jigeum bominji gaeurinji mollayo
I don’t know if it’s spring or fall

Hangyeouriramyeon tto eottaeyo
And if it’s winter, who cares?

Noga da eopseojil mankeum
You touch me all day

Onjongil manjyeojuneun geol
To the point where it all melts away

Yojeum nalsshiga jeongmal joneyo
The weather is so nice these days

Aniraedo sashil alge mweoya
Even if it’s not, who cares?

Seoul gonggiga ireokena dalkomhaesseonnayo
Was the seoul air always this sweet?

U~ mweodeunji geuryeoyo
You can draw anything

Da dwaejulgeyo keurepaseucheoreom saekchilhaeyo
I’ll be anything for you, color me like a pastel crayon

Black or yellow geuryeojweoyo
Black or yellow, draw it for me

Amudo boji mothan
The fantasy in your heart that no one else has seen

Geudae mam sok pantajireul naegeman oh love
Only for me, oh love

Sweet line geuryeojweoyo
Sweet line, draw for me

Touch line manjyeojweoyo
Touch line, touch me

Meoritgyeol han ol han olkkaji da
Each and every strand of my hair

Budeureobge sweet line soksagyeojweo
Softly, sweet line, whisper to me

Feel line dadeumeojweo
Feel line, make me beautiful

Apeuji aneul mankeum du sone gadeuk damajweo
Fill up my hands only till it doesn’t hurt

Uu ye
Uu ye

Geunde jeongmal geureoke naega jonayo
Do you really like me that much?

Iyureul kok jibeo malhaejweoyo
Tell me the specific reason

Daeche naye eotteon moseubi geudae mameul hollyeosseulkka
What about me possessed your heart?

Haruedo myeot beonsshik munneun naega
If I ask you several times a day

Gwichanado daedaphaejweo love
Even if it’s annoying, answer me, love

Sweet line geuryeojweoyo
Sweet line, draw for me

Touch line manjyeojweoyo
Touch line, touch me

Meoritgyeol han ol han olkkaji da
Each and every strand of my hair

Budeureobge sweet line soksagyeojweo
Softly, sweet line, whisper to me

Feel line dadeumeojweo
Feel line, make me beautiful

Apeuji aneul mankeum du sone gadeuk damajweo
Fill up my hands only till it doesn’t hurt

Uu ye
Uu ye


Keurepaseu eollukdeuri geudae sone da mudeo
The crayon gets on your hands

Kkeunjeokgeoril ttaekkaji aicheoreom gyesok
Keep going until your hands get sticky like a child

U~ mweodeunji geuryeoyo
You can draw anything

Da dwaejulgeyo keurepaseucheoreom saekchilhaeyo
I’ll be anything for you, color me like a pastel crayon

Black or yellow geuryeojweoyo
Black or yellow, draw it for me

Sweet line geuryeojweoyo
Sweet line, draw for me

Touch line manjyeojweoyo
Touch line, touch me

Meoritgyeol han ol han olkkaji da
Each and every strand of my hair

Budeureobge sweet line soksagyeojweo
Softly, sweet line, whisper to me

Feel line dadeumeojweo
Feel line, make me beautiful

Apeuji aneul mankeum du sone gadeuk damajweo
Fill up my hands only till it doesn’t hurt