You are standing in front of the mirror.
You're smiling! It's good to see myself.
What a beautiful appearance! How beautiful you are Barely a period of youth is yours. One is jealous of oneself.
Oops, if I could live like this for the rest of my life, how beautiful your body parts would be. The eyes are wide open
Thin as a sword!
You are standing in front of the mirror, your mind is full of thoughts
You are standing in the way of thought ... silently and thinking about that era. You have been in the realm of imagination for so long. You are thinking about the shots left that day. They are eating you lazily. Those wonderful and wonderful days. What a beautiful body you had. The women of the age used to say wow what a beautiful man! The young men of the age said wow what a beautiful woman if I could find her !!
Today the skin is loose!
Hand and foot has been loosened!
The face is biting.
The brightness of the eyes has decreased.
It's scary to see yourself. Alas, how I was, how I became.
Reality!
Yes - reality!
Deny? Let's see!
The cry of death will weaken you. The yeast of the soil will meet the needs of youth.
hey woman --- how much more?
hey young man --- how much more!
That grave!
That tomb.
That dark hole!
The reality of it is that no matter how good looking we are, we will still die and be buried in the grave.