歌词
Your favorite rite
你最爱的习惯
A candle light
是在黑暗中点亮烛火
Your skin, a knife
你的肌肤如同利刃
A growing scar
留给我一道慢慢加深的创伤
You feel guilty
你尝到了罪恶感
Please lean on me
请靠着我吧
Just ask yourself
扪心自问
What makes you deaf
是什么让你对一切不闻不问
Outside, it's war
外面充斥纷争
You ate this noise
你沉默吞咽嘈杂谣言
These cut and dried opinions
和这些独断的干冷的所谓意见
This flowing crowd who moves about
人潮来来往往
You just don't dare to come and talk
而你不愿走过去与人交谈
You look guilty
你似乎坠入了罪恶感的深渊
So far from me
距离我这样遥远
Like Bukowski
就像Bukowski，那位贫民窟的桂冠诗人
Alone with everybody
遗世独立，孑然一身
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