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The Role-Playing Game

We pass each other
like strangers on the street.
All the emotion we've gathered,
yet we've never speak.

You, with your poshness,
rich background, and high classiness.
Having been chasing me,
who's been chassing you, utter ridiculousness.

Your family, my family,
We're from the so-called "wrong side of the tracks'
You bragging that unfeeling gold ring,
and she,
looking down on me,
It's bitterly funny that she can't know the true facts.

Such as you loving me,
and I loving you.
But ain't worth it,
in your fancy family's view.

How would your betrothed react, after knowing,
that she'll never be in your heart.
You, who can only yearn for me,
from afar.

I will never stop chasing the stranger,
that has become you,
You will never stop chasing me,
the shame.
It seems we'll always be chasing each other,
in this big lifetime theatrical role-playing game.