Think of tears as shooting stars It is a good view even if one remains silent (The face that left for good will forever be young) For one to think of crowded conditions as tenderness Requires a little cunning (Turn a blind eye to the cracks in sky and earth) Who's heart has no problems? Your speech is like ??? I easily forget myself And laugh non-stop Think of pallidity as a crystal Deliberately blur the difference between love and hate (I treat you well, but I don't want to make you uneasy by my attentiveness) Think of reality as a dream Loving you requires a little cunning (Turn a blind eye to imperfection)