Heart aching...
Mind blocking...

Am I a dead flower?
That was thrown in a large river
That no one can see my petal
Because I'm not a sentimental?

Living in a world full of masks
Just to present themselves that they don't lack
Dressing themselves in beautification
Just to hide the hideous portion
Painting themselves like a masterpiece
Just to block the flowing crisis
And putting so much perfume
Just to smell that they always bloom.