Within the ancient high walls filled with the smell of carrion,
A face that is eternally youthful, delicate and smooth,
Long curly hair, gorgeous skirt woven with layers of lace,
The corners of his mouth are slightly raised, smiling sweetly at you. ． ． ． ． ．
Covering up the indescribable sadness in my heart.
Don't look at their big eyes with long eyelashes,
You will fall into this long abyss of sorrow,
Can't extricate myself. ． ． ． ． ．