The romantic side of me longs to tell him,
I miss you, I miss you tons, do you perhaps miss me too?
But the worldly side of me won't let me do it.
And we all know who would win this fight.

I put on a mask and pretended I am like those people too,
Tried to laugh about love and not to over-think it.
But the moment my hopeless romantic blood pumps through my veins，
to my heart,
I know the real me has been exposed.
And I feel as if I am standing naked in this ruthless world alone,
Afraid of whoever comes to me with roses will stab me with their thorns,
Afraid that my chance at true love will drown before it surfaces,
And all these melancholy words will only touch no one but myself.

You know,
Every time someone
Who looks like you,
Even just merely a tiny bit of you
Stands in front of me,
Sits near me,
Walks towards me,
Talks behind me in your tone,

My heart still skips a beat.

You took me to your favorite spot of the city,
We were sitting against the concrete jungle,
Embracing the glorious Victoria Harbor.
But I never would have guessed,
It was both the first,
And the last time we were there.
And your favorite spot is now my forbidden zone.

Tonight riding the star ferry across the harbor,
I finally tasted your farewell in the salty air.