I see him looking in the mirrow,
I hear his voice in every dream.
He is my fantasy - so real,
I wonder if we ever meet.
I'm writting passionate , hot letters.
My candle gulps them every day
I am too prideful , may be stubborn
I'd better sit , I 'd better wait.
My broken heart thinks I am mental.
to fall in love in my old age.
It tells me to forget him promtly
to stay alone and calmly live.
I see him looking in the mirrow
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