다크 미러 오브 트레지디 - dancing in the burning mirror

화자는 거울 앞에서 혼자 춤추며 자신의 감정과 연결되고, 그 과정에서 영혼을 회복한다
그는 자신의 땀과 기억을 춤에 담아내며, 그 춤은 결국 삶의 본질로 이어진다
마지막에는 그의 몸과 불꽃이 하나가 되어 영혼이 돌아온다고 이야기한다

Before the mirror,
I start a dance with myself.
My thoughts in the mirror
flow endlessly like a heart,
My eyes, like my emotions
flow fiercely.

Look at the mirror.
Before the mirror,
I start a dance with myself.
He knows what I see,
he feels what I hear.
Like a seabird
with spread wings
flying to-wards the horizon,
Dependiing on nothing else,
only dancing alone.

Dancer:
The moon rises
over the mirror.
My shadow grows depper.
Heavy droplets
Of sweat bury
under my shadow.
Under the moon,
I hold my breath,
listening carefully
to someone else's.
Listen to his sounds,
feel his breath.
Never seen before,
his dance portrays nothing.
His dance born alone,
exists alone, is eternal
The moon rises
over the mirror.
My shadow grows depper.
Heavy droplets
Of sweat bury
under my shadow.

Mirror:
The reflection of
the moon in the mirror.
His shadow in the mirror
disappears.
Droplets of sweat shimmer
with the moon.
Point and flex,
his steps bid farewell
to mother earth,
As light as a feather,
the motion
Of his hands greet
an infinite space
On the ground, beads
Of sweat change
into chatoyant gems,
dazzling all.
His wind-blownhair
becomes melodious waves
And croon bewitchingly.
His dance, born alone,
exists alone, is eternal.

His dance is not
simply transformation
or selection of life.
It is life itself.
And it takes the life from me.
It takes my tears and
anguish into itself.
It takes all my times
and memories into itself.
The flames burn up
over the mirror
And his dance moves
more beautifully.
It burns, it burns.
His dance burns like
the eternally burning flames.
it burns infinitely
like the shaking fire.

My hands follow his hands,
My eyes follow his eyes
to listen to his breath,
To be in communion
with his gestures,
I walk towards him.
To receive his dance,
I walk into the mirror.

The dance in the mirror,
When me and
the flames become one,
My soul, it returns.

Dancing a dance,
Til The moment the body
wilts and fades away,
I'll dance until
the last drops of
sweat fall down.

The dance in the mirror,
When me and flames
become one, my soul,
It returns.