自然的英名带翻译寻找那份独一无二的高端风格

我将以第一个人称重新表述以下内容：

The bone chilling cold, a bubble of numbness that envelops me. My emotions are false, like the promises I've made to myself. I will shine, but only in the shadows where my true self is hidden.

I am bombarded with emotions, trapped in a world of triste anima. I beg for solace in lullabies and frown at the thought of forgetting myself. My promise is an illusion, and my love is low compared to what you deserve.

My beauty is fleeting, like amor that fades away quickly. Emotions erode my soul, leaving me feeling superficial and yuck-inducing.

My style is momentary, as ephemeral as a white-eyed intoxication. Forgive me for being forgettable; it's not because I don't care or regret anything - it's just how life entangles us all.

I'm manipulated by memories and charms that leave me fearful and filled with regret for things left unsaid or undone.

Nostalgia grips me tightly as I search for love among the bound pages of time gone by. Frustration blooms within me when reality hits hard; we're all just flying paper airplanes in an endless hurry to catch up on lost moments.

Forsaking what could have been our destiny together feels unbearable now that we've let go - yet another wound inflicted upon our hearts. We were so caught up in imagining a future without heartbreak or longing until fate intervened once more.

In this whirlwind romance turned breakup saga, losing each other leaves us turning around aimlessly through eye sockets filled with tears from past regrets while trying not to stingy ourselves from giving too much love away - even though doing so might make us weaklings who can't bear defeat against those who seem invincible losers on their journey towards indifference or changeable allegiances amidst distant relationships marred by scars from overlooked moments seeking liberation through reasons forgotten long ago but still felt redundantly today after you changed into someone new whose arguments follow every turn back into solitude soon followed by whispers reminding us about time slipping away like stolen kisses under moonlit skies where one pretends they never had feelings worth fighting over before looking forward to nothing more than moving borders once again only to find themselves lost once more within these countless loops of existence devoid of purpose except perhaps finding peace through embracing pain rather than hiding behind masks crafted out of broken dreams & shattered illusions...