I see you in our tree,
Way up near the top,
And I have to wonder,
Are you thinking of her?
Or are you thinking of you and I?
I can see how you really feel,
In your eyes when you look at me.
But I afraid to ask you,
If you truly feel what I see,
Because I do not want to get hurt.
Tell me, my hanyou,
Please tell me true,
Do you love me,
Or am I just,
A tool to you?