If looks could not kill in the day,
can it kill by night?
Let my looking-glass mirror
reality and look see disguise.
My watch,
judge not appear trance.
Oh, a damsel on the lookout!
She gives a blank stare
My glance of smile
buy me not a hostile glare
Her pretty face
untie my filthy gaze
My mind eyes,
and my eye sights
Smile frowns,
and frown smiles
Then,my libs dance
All to the melody of the heart
Down the heart,
misery cooked and mirage served.