The exotic lanterns on the black ships are
The beauty marks on my rusty heart
Ahead of me, is the darkness
The swaying brick red shrouding a girl's night
Ah... making up in vain
I paint my rusty heart in crimson red
With American silver necklaces on
I play the accordion that I used to learn
Paper door slided open, the night mist is deep
Where can the hoarse sound reach?
Ah... in the vain pondering
From now, where am I going?
They told me about their exotic fests
Putting up silver paper on the lanterns
For a girl who has forgotten her old festival
Should she put on some crow feathers?
Ah... unbuttoning my bare chest in vain
Another beauty mark on my fair skin