I'm looking at a wall.
I can picture a mirror.
It's in front of me now.
There is, but there is No such reflection,
No such Image,
There is no such mirror.
But I, I...could still see myself.
'Soon the mirror will fall
and so will my reflection,
and it will break in to pieces'
But I won't see it fall!
It's not really there!
Deficiency, of my own conviction?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem