I have many masks,
But not a single face,
My countenance is a blank slate.
I can see others' faces clearly,
But I can't see myself.
Just like my memories,
They fade to blankness as they become distant.
I look at the different masks before me,
Each one resembling me,
Each one unfamiliar.
I must choose one,
And wear it to meet the one I love.
The one I love is in a distant southern land,
Separated from me by a vast sea.
![Screenshot from Hayao Miyazaki's animation "Spirited Away"](ipfs://bafybeiflfic42uwaun2cd4xlwcszl3jzb2jp2dck5apgqil2gx6mk3c4vy "Screenshot from Hayao Miyazaki's animation "Spirited Away"")