正如你曾遇到的那些陌生人
Theraggedmeninraggedclothes
破旧的灵魂,着破旧的衣衫
Thesilverthornofbloodyrose
如血红的玫瑰上的银刺
Liecrushedandbrokenonthevirginsnow
夭折在初雪的大地上碾做尘埃
NowIthinkIknow
我终于明白
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
Theywerenotlistening
却无人倾听
Theyrenotlisteningstill
他们依然没有在倾听
Perhapstheyneverwill
或许他们永远也不会理解
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