Mask, mask, a curse that cannot be removed once you put it on
No one can see the sincerity behind the mask because even I have forgotten it.
I put a spell on the mask to confuse people, beauty, charm
Can't see, can't see, no one can find me, whether I'm laughing or crying
Can't guess, can't guess, no one knows whether I'm hurt or desperate...
Could it be that I don't actually exist at all? This is all just someone's fantasy and nightmare. I'm just one of the actors...
Sad struggle, repeated sinking, deeper despair, I don't exist at all.
I did not build an unattainable castle in my mind, plant a majestic gate, plant sharp thorns, or introduce a sinister moat.
I just set up an environment of endless confusion here.
The truth is sleeping, the self is watching with cold eyes
Now, tell me, who is that smiling person?