Fate is bullshit.
It`s like an odd magic mirror.
One who finds a nice reflection
In it adores in a number of words.
And one who discovers just the opposite
Often blames the mirror or curses oneself.
Some others may not just care the mirror.
They never bother to stand before it.
They care it the damn.
They have their clear reflection inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true that the mirror only reflects what shows on the outside and it's what's contained on the inside that holds any worth. But unfortunately, I think even if someone were to invent a mirror which showed what's on the inside nobody would purchase. For I believe they'd be too afraid to face of what they'd see. Hmmm...might be a poem in here somewhere!