I believe her (although I know she is lying),
Make her think I'm an ignorant child,
I don't know all kinds of deceptive activities in the world.
So I fantasized that she thought I was young,
Although I know that my prime is gone forever;
I naively believe her glib:
In this way, the simple truth is covered up by both sides.
But why doesn't she admit to lying?
Why don't I admit that I am old?
The habit of love is that even trust becomes fraud,
Old people are most afraid to mention their age when they fall in love.
So, I lied to her, and she lied to me.
Our love delights in cheating.