The mirror painted some silence
I am not the fantasy mirror anymore
I reflect people not their absence
The mirror got cracked at core

See your eyes are the real mirror
You are a manuscript by divine
In fact God broke his mirror by error
And we are those pieces so fine

Look when water comes cleanser
Don't you see inside the secret
So as when the heart is cleaner
All seraph angels are on a leaflet

Mirror of beauty what do you see?
Reflections are all made of clay
The real beauty in inside of me
Where God drew what i can't say