• Who is this phantom
    Which lurks in my mirror?
    Such a ghostly thing~
    Where has her youth been spent on?
    I pity this frail lass
    Whose eyes glisten with not joy
    But sorrow
    Whose lips tremble with not love
    But fear
    Whose nostrils breathe not fresh air
    But lies, misunderstandings,
    Secrets~
    Whose chains bind her heart
    And padlock her inhibitions

    Yes, this ghost has spent
    A tear over a hailstorm
    A sigh over a scream
    A touch over an abuse
    ~A heartbeat over a death.

    This girl in my mirror...
    Cannot be me?