I’m facing myself through the past,
Looking back in the mirror I can see myself almost unclear,
Only this girl, unfortunately doesn’t know who she is,
Seeing her fake exterior not showing the inside,
The beauty hasn’t come out of her soul yet,
Now blinking, I see myself, the real me,
The person who I’ve become, all because of you.
I don’t look at us as a bad ending,
It might not be a fairy ending, everyone dreams of course…
But it’s still a god damn one, my friends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem