你问我，我爱你吗？我回答，我爱你。
可是我是女人，我很现实。
我谈不得那种柏拉图的恋爱，我希望自己的男友可以拥着自己入眠，轻唤自己起床，在自己不舒服时可以送上一碗热汤。而不是象现在这样，只能一个人搂着热水袋，铺着电热毯，抱着蚕丝被睡觉，在感冒难受时只能傻傻地看着手机中的短信一个人躺在床上昏头涨脑，为什么我仍要一个人形单影只，为什么我有了事情仍要一个人烦恼，为什么我生了病还要自己起床喝着冰冷的矿泉水翻抽屉找药？
你问我，我爱你吗？我回答，我爱你。
可是我是女人，我很现实。
我受不了你口口声声说着“爱我”，却要我在节日的街头一个人傻傻地游荡，要我在黑黑的夜晚环抱着自己的肩，看着窗外飘落的雨，孤独地听着自己的泪滑落的声音。我受不了面对着人生的分岔路口，却只能一个人独自徜徉。你是我的男友，我负责任地不去靠别人的肩膀，可我真的想有一个肩膀靠靠。
你问我，我爱你吗？我回答，我爱你。
可是我是女人，我很现实。
我知道两个人在MSN上甜言蜜语很是浪漫，我知道两个人在QQ中发的互动图标是那么地可爱动人，我知道短信中的你总是对我细心呵护，关怀的无微不至，可是我不想亲吻只能用一个血红的唇印图标，可是我不想拥抱只能在QQ中用一个小老鼠左摇右摆，可是我不想一到了晚上就只能一遍一遍地看着短信然后睡觉。
你问我，我爱你吗？我回答，我爱你。
可是我是女人，我很现实。
言语的慰籍抵不上你的手在我的肩膀轻拍，琳琅的图标抵不上你在我身边暖暖地轻笑，你在MSN上拥抱我，在QQ上拥抱我，在短信里拥抱我，可为什么我仍是感觉不到你的手你的肩膀你的温度你的力道，对不起，这些拥抱，我真的感觉不到。
你问我，我爱你吗？我回答，我爱你。
可是我是女人，我很现实。
现实的女人希望自己想说话时能有人倾听，现实的女人希望心情不好时可以有个人安慰一下，现实的女人希望不要总是一个人对着电脑，现实的女人渴望拥有一个温暖的怀抱。
你问我，我爱你吗？我回答，我爱你。
可是我是女人，我很现实。
有时，现实的问题摆在我们面前，如果两个人不能共同解决困难，不能共同创造一个温暖的小屋，那么，放弃吧！放弃也不失为一个好的结局，这样也好……
人，为什么总在失去后才知道珍惜？别再问我，我爱你吗？我再也不想回答……
译文:
I am a realistic woman
You ask me whether I love you, and I say yes.
But I am a realistic woman.
I can't love someone in a Platonic way. I hope that my boyfriend can hold me in his arms as we fall asleep, wake me up in the morning gently, and bring me a bowl of hot soup whenever I fall ill. But not as i am now: I go to bed alone with a hot-water bag, an electronic blanket, or a silk quilt to warm myself. when i suffer from cold I can only stay in bed and read short messages you sent me, dizzy and lonely. I feel perplexed, why am i still alone since i have you now? why am I troubled with annoying things without you to share the burden over my shoulders? And why, when I am sick, do i have to get up by myself, drink cold mineral water, and rummage out medicine in a drawer without you around me to take care of me?
You ask me whether I love you, and I say yes.
But I am a realistic woman.
I can't stand it when you say you love me over and over again, but have no spare time for me during holidays, so I always find myself wondering along the streets . Or you leave me alone in pinch-dark night and I can do nothing but hold myself gazing at the rain dancing outside the window while listening to my own tears falling. Neither can I bear it when I stand before the intersection of my life and when I want so badly your guidance, you are not here. You are my boyfriend, so I don't turn to others for comfort. But I really need someone whose shoulder i can lean against.
You ask me whether I love you, and my answer is yes.
But I am a realistc woman.
I know it is romantic to send sweet words to each other on MSN, and lovely to send interactive images on QQ. And I also know from your short messages that you really care about me. But I am tired of sending a red lip image when I want to kiss you, or a waggling mouse image when I want to hug you. Neither do i want to do nothing but read the short messages you sent me again and again in the evening until I fall aleep.
You askeme whether I love you, and I say yes.
But I am a realistc woman.
Comforting words are no match for your hands tapping gently on my shoulder; beautiful images are no match for your sweet smile around me. You hug me on MSN, on QQ, or in short messages. But Still, I can't feel your hands, your shoulder, your warm and your strength. I am sorry, but i really can't feel them.
You ask me whether i love you, and I say yes.
But I am a realistic woman.
A realistc woman hopes someone could listen to her when she talks, comfort her when she feels low, give her a bear hug instead of leaving her in front of a computer.
You ask me whether I love you, and my answer is yes.
But I am a realistic woman.
Sometimes, we will meet difficulties. If we can't tide them over together, can't build a warm family. Then please give up. It is not a bad ending as we thought it would be.
Why do people always cherish something when they lost it? Don't ask me whether i love you any more, because i am tired of answering.