IU - Pastel Crayon (크레파스; Keurepaseu) lyrics

[Romanized:] Jigeum bominji gaeurinji mollayo Hangyeouriramyeon tto eottaeyo Noga da eobseojil mankeum Onjongil manjyeojuneun geol Yojeum nalssiga jeongmal jonneyo Aniraedo sasil alge mwoya Seoul gonggiga ireokena dalkomhaesseonnayo U.. mwodeunji geuryeoyo Da dwaejulgeyo keurepaseucheoreom saekchilhaeyo Black or yellow geuryeojwoyo Amudo boji motan Geudae mam sok pantajireul naegeman oh love Sweet line geuryeojwoyo Touch line manjyeojwoyo Meoritgyeol han ol han olkkaji da Budeureopge sweet line soksagyeojwo Feel line dadeumeojwo Apeuji anheul mankeum du sone gadeuk damajwo Uu ye Geunde jeongmal geureoke naega jonnayo Iyureul kok jibeo malhaejwoyo Daeche naui eotteon moseubi geudae mameul hollyeosseulkka Haruedo myeot beonssik mutneun naega Gwichanhado daedaphaejwo love Sweet line geuryeojwoyo Touch line manjyeojwoyo Songarak madimadikkaji da Budeureopge sweet line soksagyeojwo Feel line dadeumeojwo Apeuji anheul mankeum du sone gadeuk dama jwo Uu ye Keurepaseu eollukdeuri geudae sone da mudeo Kkeunjeokgeoril ttaekkaji aicheoreom gyesok U.. mwodeunji geuryeoyo Da dwaejulgeyo keurepaseucheoreom saekchilhaeyo Black or yellow geuryeojwoyo Sweet line geuryeojwoyo Touch line manjyeojwoyo Meoritgyeol han ol han olkkaji da Budeureopge sweet line soksagyeojwo Feel line dadeumeojwo Apeuji anheul mankeum du sone gadeuk damajwo [English translation:] I don't know if it's spring or fall And if it's winter, who cares? You touch me all day to the point where it all melts away The weather is so nice these days Even if it's not, who cares? Was the Seoul air always this sweet? You can draw anything I'll be anything for you, color me like a pastel crayon Black or yellow, draw it for me The fantasy in your heart that no one else has seen Only for me, oh love Sweet line, draw for me Touch line, touch me Each and every strand of my hair Softly, sweet line, whisper to me Feel line, make me beautiful Fill up my hands only till it doesn't hurt Do you really like me that much? Tell me the specific reason What about me possessed your heart? If I ask you several times a day Even if it's annoying, answer me, love Sweet line, draw for me Touch line, touch me Each and every strand of my hair Softly, sweet line, whisper to me Feel line, make me beautiful Fill up my hands only till it doesn't hurt The crayon gets on your hands Keep going until your hands get sticky like a child You can draw anything I'll be anything for you, color me like a pastel crayon Black or yellow, draw it for me Sweet line, draw for me Touch line, touch me Each and every strand of my hair Softly, sweet line, whisper to me Feel line, make me beautiful Fill up my hands only till it doesn't hurt