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.