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.