After many years we see each other again, how sentimental. I sit in front of him, feeling uneasy. I want to bring up the things from back then, but it’s hard to open my heart. Let my confession pour out, I’m utterly helpless.
I’m still worried of facing him; it was my love that was too cold, even my smile was fearful. He gave me romance; he made me sad, oh. I’m still worried of facing him; he is the source of my uneasiness. I’d rather live my life for him – sad romance. I can’t stop saying it – sad romance. I can’t quite say it, oh. I’m too foolish. My love was too cold. It makes me sad, ah. =Na Ying (那英) “心酸的浪漫”