Reflected in the water are the worries hiding in our mouths
That one name that moves you
You can never again see the front
Lipstick draws a crescent moon on your shirt collar
The battle between reality and fantasy, the halting of peace
Our pupils are all just shattered mirrors
The thousand reversed images that meet me on the streets
Some are similar to what I imagined
While others are not what I imagined; some are soft and tender; some come with a venomous sting
If we collect all the impressions, would we piece them together?
I... I'm not sure
There's no way to print out the images
Flowers in a mirror and the moon reflected in the lake (idiom for: a view through rose-tinted spectacles)
Blooming flower petals; spit-out extinguished questions
Over in the blink of an eye
The crux is in the mirror of the water
In the water we are translucent; in the water I'm ice-cold
The sunflowers here don't follow the sun
They only follow reflected light
The young people here chase after dust
Let's experiment by shattering the material of the mirror
If you want to see the whole picture you must step back
Only by stepping back can you find the place where everything came from
Even if we find it our backs have to face it
You can't look directly at it, just as you can't speak of it
The seasons are bitterly cold, the unborn child cannot shed the bundle it's wrapped in
The material's common junction is the common junction of the world
Air, water, mirror
The true nature of all facial expression is the reverse of a smile
Leaning against the mirror, you blink your eyes