Mirror

When I smile
Sometimes it neglects
When I cry
Seldom it reflects
When I look in the mirror

When I call
Always get same answer
Then I fall
Never offer me tender
When I look in the mirror

Told, matches were done fairly
Mostly I believed and relieved, may it be
Wait till I'm weathered and weary
A sneaky thief, could it be?
Then, I look into the mirror

Show me your motif, I asked
When will you confess, I wonder!
What is that in there, there you must!
Patchs of silver scattering behind, no wonder!
Every time, when I look at the mirror

I got it from a collector of treasures
I admit, I robbed it from her
I got it without being measured
I hung it, suddenly it becomes a blur
Until then, I look at the mirror