Last evening, I turned by the pages of time. 昨天晚上，我打开了时间的页面。

And tore out the chapters when you were mine. 并撕毁了各章的时候，你是我的。

I attempted to cut out the memories of you. 我试图切出你的回忆。

And paste in some new ones, far better an' true. 并贴在一些新的，更好的“真。

True. 真的。

   

I searched through the chapters, referring to hearts, 我在章节搜索，指的是心，

for the one with the caption: "Till death do us part." 对于一个具有标题： “春蚕到死丝方尽。 ”

I ripped at each letter an' I tore at each word. 我一把，每个字母的“我撕扯着每一个字。

I screamed at your memory an' nobody heard. 我尖叫着在你的记忆中“没有人听到。

Nobody heard. 没有人听到。

   

But your memory's determined, and chances are few, 但是，你的记忆的决心，以及机会都很少，

Of my ever finding a replacement for you. 我曾经找到一个替代你。

It depserately clings to the floor of my mind, 它depserately攀附着我心中的地板，

And fights for its place in the pages of time. 而打架的在时间的页面位置。