I have many masks,
But not a single face,
My countenance is a blank slate.
I can see others' faces clearly,
But cannot see my own.
Just like my memories,
A little distance and there's only emptiness.
I look at the different masks before me,
Each one resembling me,
Each one so unfamiliar.
I must choose one,
And wear it to meet the one I love.
The one I love is in a distant southern land,
Separated from me by a vast sea.
