The Fate is First and Final

A girl in her mirror is sick of her
The moon doesn't smile at her
Cloud makes noise to flush out her sadness and agony

Sun doesn't shine in that land
Rain drops doesn't make it fertile
Breeze doesn't sooth but disturbs

Day is darker than night
Companion-less concern of heart
Pulls you up and knocks her down

Her stars have forgotten to twinkle
Fact and trust lie in wrinkle
Yet fate is always final and first