One Woman

To other people, love is like a window
For them, love opens up opportunities.
For them, love is a way to see the world.
For them, love is the warmth of the sun and the comforting cool breeze.

In one narrow corner of the world, one woman feels differently.
To her, love is like facing a one-sided mirror

In one side,
No matter how hard she tries to look at it, all she can see is herself...and herself alone

She tries walking to the other side
Through it, she can see and she can feel.
But no matter how hard she try, no one can see her, no one knows her existence.

Is the world being unfair?
To her...maybe...
Out of millions, she feels she's alone..she's different
She feels that she's cursed

She tries to open up
no one comes closer.
She tries to sealed herself up
no one cares.

Each and every day she builds wall after wall to protect herself...
to protect the tiny piece she treasures the most...
tiny piece of what's left of her heart.

When or how her heart can become whole again
She never dares to build up hope
For the world never fail to shower her with disappointments
She's tired of hurting...
She's tired of hurting....