I crossed a mirror so adaptable Niether convey nor convex Not even on the wall But kind of mirage_shaped ones On the road to the forest I crossed a mirror so kind Maybe in the way you smile The way you clothed And the way you lose yourself to find!
I could stand tall Without having any fear to fall I could stand tall in the spot Where there's me,you and & the night It's one o'clock You're in thought of me desperately & My words place on paper ambiguously!