I crossed the waters of a thousand years
A princess who no longer wears a mask
No matter what people say
Why want beauty shrouded in melancholy?
Why want an image steeped in despair?
Only in the end did I understand
That acting cool and throwing tantrums only made me suffer
I smile at Milan, radiant and bright
And lick the crystalline morning dew
Floating above the clouds, I watch the mists of the world
