Portrait, my Portrait, my reflection in the mirror, the echo, then, it echoes.
Bright blue, like the beautiful skies.
Vivid red, like the spluttering blood.
Good morning, good night.
Hello, bye-bye.
Portrait, caricature,
I, I.
The poems, from my heart, from the mind, somewhere deep inside.
My insides, burning like fire,
one goal that keeps me going.
Where's my mirage?
I hope to fulfill my (your) last hope.
