What is This?

What is this?

I go on tolerating the pain
Thinking of having a pleasant life
With a rose in a hand which is bought to be given to my ideal
Nevertheless, the spirit of my ideal one was stolen by someone I never knew
The rose I had bought faded
And the words I had adorned disappeared
I am confused: What is this?

I go no smiling in troubles
Thinking of spending life with beauty
With glowing eyes in the mid of my enticing appearance
However, soul of my ideal one is abducted by someone I never knew
The enthusiasm is assassinated
The strength is kicked off
I am confused: What is this?