Everyone says that actors are heartless and prostitutes are heartless. In this sudden love, I wonder if she is acting or he is acting.
This play is like life, life is like a play, coming and going, Bai Yan still spends her life ups and downs in the play, and wanders outside the play.
Please don't believe my beauty
Don't believe in my love either
Under the face covered with oil paint
I have the heart of an actor
So please don't
Don't take my sorrow seriously
Don't be heartbroken by my performance either
Dear friend, this life and this life
I'm just an actor
Always in other people's stories
Crying my own tears