Her pallor is beautiful, she always wanted to be a woman;
but she was never able to bare her
heart and she will never be like me,
Silver Moon
Her greatest sorrow is her white solitude, begging for love in her
endless nights but never got to share her heart and she will never be like me,
Silver Moon
She is immortal, to her regret she doesn't know how to laugh or cry
She doesn't have a voice, she is a flower that no one filled with color
Silver Moon
Tonight she will be like the rest,
She will shine her light with all her coolness; she has
not even gotten the sun to warm her heart and
she will never be, like me,
Silver Moon
She is immortal, to her regret she doesn't know how to laugh or cry
she doesn't have a voice, she is a flower that no one filled with color
Silver Moon