ReflectinVincentseyesofchinablue
映射在文森特湛蓝而忧郁的双眼
Colorschanginghue
色彩不断变换
Morningfieldsofambergrain
清晨片片琥珀色的谷田
Whetheredfaceslinedinpain
张张饱受沧桑布满皱纹的脸
Aresmoothedbeneaththeartistslovinghand
在画者充满爱心的手下渐渐舒展
NowIunderstand
我终于明白了
Whatyoutriedtosaytome
你无声的语言
Howyousufferedforyoursanity
清醒让你如此地不安
Howyoutriedtosetthemfree
你多想把它们全部释放
Theywouldnotlisten
却无人倾听
Theydidnotknowhow
无人同感
Perhapstheylllistennow
也许人们现在已有所改变
Fortheycouldnotloveyou
人们不可能爱上你