Часть 1

Oh, how the words weave a delicate tale, For in this masquerade, truth dares to pale. "I'll tell a lie that I'm alive," the confession whispered deep, In echoes of deceit, secrets concealed in my keep. Yet, the heart knows no bounds, for it beats unbound, Love, a defiant flame, cannot be unwound. "It could be true, but I don't love you," the mask I adorn, Yet, within this charade, a storm of emotions unborn. I'll paint a smile 'cross my face, hiding what's inside, But deep within this heart of mine, love's wave did subside. Though I may breathe and walk this earth, sadness I can't deny, For in the lie of being alive, love for you did die.