This city is a bustling desert, only suitable for blooming coquettish neon Sad people walk around the streets, inquiring about the whereabouts of happiness Love is just a legend, hard to bloom and hard to bear I understand the message in your eyes, like a fire ready to start a prairie I have seen that dangerous beauty, and it left a wound because of it Love is still a legend, don't touch the corner of my desolate heart that still hurts Don't love me, if it's just lonely, if it won't be long, if there's no surety of anchoring Don't love me, don't give me excuses, don't make me weak, don't push me into a mirage again Do not love me