I believe you are truly perfect,
You don't believe in that.

I believe I'm not perfect,
You don't believe in that either.

If to see is to believe,
A parallel universe

Is not ideal.
Selfish hearts,

Dull minds,
Through a mirror of perfections?

In the glass of imperfections,
Settling for the disbelief,

We lay as one.
We are imperfectly perfect.