Painted Girls (The Frozen Autumn)

I saw my years I saw my tears, freezing, A fairy lamp lit up my face as a gentle breeze. Just another pearly moon through the weeping fog, takes away the orchids from my bed ! Ordinary season of a standing world, Where the colours slidedown on my back ! I heards speak painted girls, They believe in another life, It's strange to say, but from that moment My days are not the same !