Mismatch

In this crowd of mismatches,

I am a lonely wanderer.

I am waiting for you dear,

Otherwise, whom will I call as "future wife" with love.

If you get angry and throw coffee on me, 

I will take it as love,

if you turn away or you leave

I will think of it as love.

Conclusion I already know... 

you just keep the hope,

even if I love from afar

Draw my picture in your heart.