As the saying goes: Life is like a play, and play is like life.
Leave behind the glory and wealth;
Take off that false mask;
Take off that heavy makeup;
Stop that forced smile...
In the bronze mirror,
Looking at that exhausted pale face,
I can't help but sigh: Beauty grows old in a blink of an eye.
When can I stop?
Soothe that haggard heart?
Caressing the skin that is riddled with holes?
Reminiscent of the unbearable past...