The other beauty

What’s in the cage,

your youth, your good golden days

tell me who has ever felt old

your mirror is a liar

What's in the cage,

your precious moments that stopped

tell me who hasn’t it experienced

your time is a liar

What's in the cage,

your precious sorrows, your possessive hurts

tell me who has ever wanted to part with them

your mind is a liar

In all these piles and bunch of attractive lies

The three are beautiful, condemned and forever tied

The cage by chance if it becomes ajar

The other beauty will re-appear