Lyric

In the mirror, I'm bowing my head slightly

The hair dryer's wind has stopped

Only the clock is talking

Alone in the corner of the shop

I try lifting my eyelids

I want to be straight

But they immediately turn crooked

Smiling at my reflection

I can look ahead

The cloudy night light

Envelops me

The smell of spray lingers

My comb is asleep

I reach out now for the color I couldn't choose

As I turn around in the mirror

I see another me

Instead of sighing

I smile a little

Smiling at my reflection

It sparkles within my eyelids

I want to believe in myself

Rather than in someone else's gaze

The shape of my future

Opens in the mirror

Smiling at my reflection

Reflecting my heart

Even a short night

Can be gentle

I discovered

My true way to smile

I softly say "good night" to the mirror