Red Walls, Beauty, Smiling Face
A lovely face smiles! For whom do you smile, my dear? Your smile no longer appears, your brows knit in sorrow and pain!
Pitying yourself and grieving alone, why must a beauty torment her heart again? The past has turned to nothing!
The splendor will never return! Your heart is no longer here, your frosted temples hang in disarray over your shoulders.
Leaning by the door, gazing in sorrow! Again and again, back and forth,
Water in the mirror, a mirror in the water; the tears have long since dried.
Bit by bit, longing fills the heart; bit by bit, rouge adorns the face.
The past will never return. The heart is empty, the song is over, and everyone has scattered.
