Translation
Fanfic: Mein Spiegelbild
Chapter: The reflection and me
I stand in front of a mirror, not a particularly big one, but still big enough to see myself completely in it. I look inside and am frightened ... is that really me? Didn't I look completely different the last time?
I look at my reflection, raise my right hand, my reflection does the same to me.
I look into my eyes, mirror of my soul, see blue, shining eyes, filled with tears. See tears slowly run down my cheek. Startled, I touch my cheek, feel no wetness, no tears. Ask my reflection why ?! Don't get an answer ....
I look at my reflection, open my hair, my reflection does the same to me.
I look at my mouth, beautiful, slightly red lips. See how slowly the mouth open, these lips open, and move screaming. Startled, I hold my lips, they are closed, I don't scream. Ask my reflection why ?! Don't get an answer ...
Hmm, shrug your shoulders, my reflection does the same to me.I slowly go back, step by step, slowly moving away from my reflection in the mirror, step by step, further and further. My reflection looks at me in silence, screaming and crying. I ask why, but get no answer.
I look at the mirror, not a particularly big one, but still big enough to see myself completely in it. Let my gaze slide slowly over its frame, very slowly, moment by moment.
My eyes wander like a veil over his beautiful, beautiful, gold-decorated frame, whose thought-lost ornaments gently flatter the mirror glass, the delicate, noble mirror glass. An infinite number of thoughts flow through me, my body, mind and soul, they are beautiful, sensual, tender thoughts .....
My eyes wander on, moment after moment, gliding fleetingly over that delicate, noble mirror glass, surrounded by ornaments lost in thought ...
Startled, I pause, look at myself, no, look at my reflection.My reflection looks at me, I look at it, look into these, my blue, bright blue eyes, I smile gently, the reflection does the same to me, gently and carefully it smiles back. I gently stroke my dress, my black, velvet, delicate, dress with my right hand. My mirror image does the same to me.
I look at my reflection, raise my right hand, my reflection does the same to me.
I look into my eyes, mirror of my soul, see blue, shining eyes, filled with tears. See tears slowly run down my cheek. Startled, I touch my cheek, feel no wetness, no tears. Ask my reflection why ?! Don't get an answer ....
I look at my reflection, open my hair, my reflection does the same to me.
I look at my mouth, beautiful, slightly red lips. See how slowly the mouth open, these lips open, and move screaming. Startled, I hold my lips, they are closed, I don't scream. Ask my reflection why ?! Don't get an answer ...
Hmm, shrug your shoulders, my reflection does the same to me.I slowly go back, step by step, slowly moving away from my reflection in the mirror, step by step, further and further. My reflection looks at me in silence, screaming and crying. I ask why, but get no answer.
I look at the mirror, not a particularly big one, but still big enough to see myself completely in it. Let my gaze slide slowly over its frame, very slowly, moment by moment.
My eyes wander like a veil over his beautiful, beautiful, gold-decorated frame, whose thought-lost ornaments gently flatter the mirror glass, the delicate, noble mirror glass. An infinite number of thoughts flow through me, my body, mind and soul, they are beautiful, sensual, tender thoughts .....
My eyes wander on, moment after moment, gliding fleetingly over that delicate, noble mirror glass, surrounded by ornaments lost in thought ...
Startled, I pause, look at myself, no, look at my reflection.My reflection looks at me, I look at it, look into these, my blue, bright blue eyes, I smile gently, the reflection does the same to me, gently and carefully it smiles back. I gently stroke my dress, my black, velvet, delicate, dress with my right hand. My mirror image does the same to me.