Old mirror, you look so young
Is it an illusion?
where is my golden hair?
Look, that’s pale grey
Old mirror, you stole my spring
Am I still passing the autumn in life?
Where I see myself as a crunchy leaf in autumn
Every morning, it is you who waited for me
shining dresses no longer seems pretty
my shuddering hands will make you scared
Old mirror, you know who I am
I am so tired; eyes look weary as dried grapes
Am I still looking at the mirage?
Where I see myself as a barren desert
who is yearning to embrace the chilly rain
Old mirror, you are an illusion
steadily struggling with time
how did you make those fake mood swings?
reflect my inner mind
you will be embarrassed
I am a teenage girl
But, for you, I am an old old woman
Mirror, is it you who change me?