骗不了人

以为 匆忙地走进另一种没感情的快乐
或许
别人会察觉不到 那么可笑的伤心眼神
或许
连自己也会看不到 自己曾倔强期待过的永恒

或许
我会忘了自己伤痕累累的奋不顾身

认真过日子已是那么地讽刺
为何还不把真心让给眼泪
为何还拿自己的用心来交换那不牢靠的笑声

那么地傻 终究选了不顾一切的傻

(I think I need to write a summary about this entry in English)
I question myself why do I let go of my sadness easily? Step right into another meaningless dimension of happiness without hesitation, thinking it will make me smile again in no time or perhaps it will make me forget every stupid thing I've worked hard for.

Why can't I treat my sadness genuinely? We're most honest to ourselves only when we're deeply overwhelmed with tears so among all these hypocrisy, our sadness really deserve a little bit of justice. It has to bear the hatred from all the human being, the least we can do is try not to deny or kill its chance of existence.