Who broke that mirror?
That day, it saw itself reflected in the mirror until its face turned hideous...
That day, it broke the mirror angrily until it saw dark red oozing out from under the broken mirror...
That day, it huddled on the debris, its silver hair covering the scars all over its body; it was as peaceful as a newborn baby, until everything was silent...
That day, it tremblingly stretched out its scarred and dead wood-like hands to pick up the dusty fragments, until the invisible fire of karma burned its body to pieces...
That day, you and I heard the sound of broken memories.