诗歌

I always tell myself to be a lovely person. 我總告訴我自己要做一個可爱的人， Love my life, just like love what I like. 愛我的生活，如愛上喜歡本如的模樣。 But in these misty times, 但在煙雨迷濛的時代， The little me, tiny me, 小小的我，微不足道的我， Always worn down by puzzles, by lies. 早已疲於兜轉的算計與謊言。 I thought I was naturally easy, 我以为我生而明净， But finally forced to be complicated. 却終落入尘世纷繁。 The everywhere issues, the endless traps, 問題，陷阱，如影隨形， And please look at me once more, 請再一次看向我吧， My dear Solitude. 親愛的索里特德女士。 ...