Death is promised to the bee 死亡答应蜜蜂

Who's sting protects the colony. 谁的刺保护殖民地。

Was its life worth nothing more 是其生命的价值仅此而已

Than honey for the queen? 比蜜为女王？

   

Life is a branch and it is a dove, 生命是一个分支，它是一只鸽子，

Handcrafted by confusing love. 通过混淆爱手工制作。

Sign language is our reply, 手语是我们的答复，

When church bells make no sound. 当教堂的钟声不作任何声音。

   

In hollow towers and empty hives, 在空心塔和空蜂箱，

We craved sweetness with a fear of heights. 我们渴望甜蜜了恐高症。

Was it all just a grain of sand 是不是沙子都只是一粒

In an hourglass? 在一个沙漏？

   

The smartest thing I've ever learned 我曾经学过的最聪明的事

Is that I don't have all the answers, 是，我不知道所有的答案，

Just a little light to call my own. 只是一个小光叫我自己。

   

Though it pales in comparison 虽然相比简直是小巫见大巫

To the overarching shadows, 以总体的阴影，

A speck of light can reignite the sun 光的斑点可以重新点燃太阳

And swallow darkness whole. 和燕子黑暗的整体。

   

Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss. 死亡是感冒，蒙住眼睛的吻。

It is the finger pressed upon our lips. 这是在我们的嘴唇压手指。

It puts an unwanted emphasis 它把不需要的重点

On how we should have lived. 关于我们应该如何住。

   

Life is a gorgeous, broken gift. 人生是一场华丽的，破的礼物。

Six billion+ pieces waiting to be fixed. 六十亿+撕碎等待修复。

Love letters that were never signed, 情书是从来没有签署，

Sent to where we live. 发送到我们住的地方。

   

But the sweetest thing I've ever heard 但甜蜜的事情我听说过

Is that I don't have to have the answers, 是，我不必有答案，

Just a little light to call my own. 只是一个小光叫我自己。

   

Though it pales in comparison 虽然相比简直是小巫见大巫

To the overarching shadows, 以总体的阴影，

A speck of light can reignite the sun 光的斑点可以重新点燃太阳

And swallow darkness whole. 和燕子黑暗的整体。