It is said that at both ends of every plane mirror, there is an object and an image.
The objects and images are almost identical.
The difference is that the object is completely free, while the image can only follow the object and imitate it
Very vulgar, isn't it?
But some people are born with the right to be free.
You can have fun as much as you want and even completely ignore the image behind you that exists because of him.
And that image can only be imitated blindly on the other side of the mirror.
Here is the sadness of the image.
A thing of ignorance, a state of bondage, an image of sorrow.
This is reality, so cruel.
Conception: