When you put on the mask. I was so blind to see the you didn't love. I was tricked, now I feel so lovesick. My love I would die for you if this could be fixed, but you left me here to pick up sticks while you just kept playing tricks. You know that they say love is not a game, but to you I was the only one left to play.
I felt so betrayed by all the games you played. I wish your love was not a façade, that you are not to blame, but that's insane cause to you love is just a game.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem