I liked the way my hand looked on your head 我喜欢的方式我的手，看着你的头

in the presence of my knuckles 在我的指关节存在

but the beauty of this vision alone just like yesterday's sunset 但这一设想的单纯的美，就像昨天的夕阳

has been perverted by the sentimental 已经变态的感伤

and mistaken for love 而误认为爱情

   

the felix of your truth will always break 你的真理的费利克斯总是会破

it and the iris of your eye will always shake it 它和你的眼睛的虹膜永远摇晃

and the armies, the armies I have created 与军队，军队我已创建

will always hate it 永远恨它

will always bait you on 永远饵你

   

I liked the way my hand looked on your head 我喜欢的方式我的手，看着你的头

in the presence of my struggle 在我挣扎的存在

but the beauty of this vision alone I can't shake from my tree just yet 但这一设想的单纯的美我无法从我的树摇，只是还没有

it keeps invading all my private moments 它不断侵入我的所有私人的时刻

listen to me now 现在听我说