예나 YENA

Girl Talk Show

Hey, can I ask you something?

Like, what does love even feel like?

I saw two kids holding hands after school,

and I wondered if that’s how you know.

A little laugh, a tiny spark,

something warm you never wanna let go.

Sometimes I think love is just

a friend who stays when things get tough.

Not too heavy, not too big,

just someone who says, “you’re enough.”

We talk in circles,

every night feels brand new.

Maybe love is simple,

maybe it’s just me and you (friends… or maybe more?)

Love, love  what is love?

Tell me now, tell me now  we keep it up.

Little secrets, little secrets  lighting us up,

when we talk all night, we glow so much.

Heart beat  we don’t know yet,

but it feels right  yeah, we know that.

Maybe, maybe this is how it starts

our little secrets turning into hearts.

I like when we walk home slow,

sharing earbuds, one song, one road.

It’s silly but my heartbeat jumps

every time our shoulders touch.

Sometimes love feels like

a joke only the two of us can get.

Not too loud, not too sweet,

just calm, but I can’t forget.

진짜 웃겨, 나 사랑 같은 거

아직 준비 안 된 줄 알았다니까.

But then you smile  boom, heart attack,

and I’m like, okay, maybe I like you back.

비밀 얘기할 때마다

조금씩 더 가까워지는 vibe,

maybe this crush is real 

and I don’t even wanna hide.

We keep guessing,

talking ’bout what love means.

Maybe we’re learning slowly

through our tiny little scenes.

Love, love  what is love?

Tell me now, tell me now  we keep it up.

Little secrets, little secrets  lighting us up,

when we talk all night, we glow so much.

Heart beat  we don’t know yet,

but it feels right  yeah, we know that.

Maybe, maybe this is how it starts:

our little secrets turning into hearts.

Maybe love begins

with moments small like this.

A glance, a laugh,

a wish you didn’t know was a wish.

Love, love  what is love?

Tell me now, tell me now  we’re lighting up.

Little secrets, little secrets  waking us up,

every midnight talk is filling us up.

Heart beat  still a mystery,

but we feel light  just like a memory.

Maybe, maybe this is how it starts:

our little secrets turning into hearts