Outside the endoscope

Right and wrong, the difference between good and evil, love and hate just stay on the edge of each other. There are two distinct worlds in the mirror and outside the mirror.

--Inscription

There is no trace of dust, only a clear, mirror in front, reflecting a young shadow, that is me. In the meantime, facing me in the mirror, I am lost. Am I alone or two?

I am a cheerful angel outside the mirror. It seems that the air has always kept my cheerful laughter, and no troubles or distractions can interfere with my life. In my music, I will always be a joyful movement, and my painting will always retain a bright color. There is no time covered by dark clouds, only the warmth of the sun, a happy eagle flies in the wings.

I am a melancholy cloud in the mirror. There is a lot of sentiment here, and the autumn rain is here. In the small world inside the mirror, the opposite of the mirror, everything is incompatible with it. Only when I find this taciturn, I will find this same sad girl.

I laughed outside the mirror, and I cried in the mirror. The mirror is the boundary.

Outside the mirror, I am a strong steel. In the face of the road to life, in the face of the experience of growing up, I did not back down, no bow. In the rain and rain, you can shout out "What is the pain in the storm?", confidently shouting "Don't be afraid of drying your tears", like a small evergreen pine.

I am a fragile crystal in the mirror. Although it is so exquisite and transparent, it is also so vulnerable. A slight collision will leave my heart with scars forever; a violent impact will break me. Only the light on the surface is my only pride. I am proud to advance outside the mirror, and I helplessly stay in the mirror. The mirror is the edge.

I am a passionate flame outside the mirror. I am optimistic, I like to make more friends, and I like to talk freely in a lively atmosphere. It is this kind of flame that raises me up. I like the feeling of the stars holding the moon and become a slight yellow in the light blue.

In the mirror, I am a lonely iceberg, chilling, and floating alone in the boundless ocean. This kind of cold in my heart engraved the "Do Not Disturb" house number. It is this kind of desertedness that has become a symbol of "clearness" in the eyes of others. I don't want too much irritability to float around, and I don't need too many reasons to sway around. I used an invisible lock to shut everything out.

I am the sun outside the mirror, and I am a meteor in the mirror. The mirror is the boundary.

I am kind in the mirror, I am willful in the mirror; I am generous outside the mirror, I am overbearing in the mirror. One side is fire and the other side is ice. Fire can neither melt ice nor ice. However, only by bringing them together is the complete me. Now, which one do I belong to?

The second day: the taste of the sun 432