The mirror, they say, shows nothing but the truth
The mirror, I see, shows my face
Why does the mirror show such smooth contours
As if it doesn't see all the injuries.. .
The skin has throbbed so coldly since the soul was broken
So coldly the sweat runs into a network of scars
Why does the mirror still show the smile
And it's all me in such dazzling colors...
Why another mirror that is nothing but a lie
The suffering probably lies behind the doubting eyes
Break your mirrors and collect the shards
For them will certainly be of some use...
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Where does the light go in the whole country... ?

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