'Cause I went looking for a trace of something that you left 因为我去寻找一丝丝的东西，你离开

And when I saw dried paint and your scribbled initials 当我看到干漆和你的潦草缩写

I acted like I could care less while my thumb press to the paper 我的行为就像我可以不在乎，而我的拇指按在纸上

I wanted to find your portrait, wanted to have it 我想找到你的肖像，想拥有它

   

Recalling a piercing voice in old dreams 回顾旧梦刺骨的声音

And ghostly images of black trains 黑色列车和幽灵般的图像

Now seeing every page is turned away 现在看到每个页面的转身走了

I wanted to own your portrait 我想拥有自己的肖像

Wanted to have it 想拥有它

   

You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so 你和你的潦草的纸让我心寒所以

You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so 你和你的潦草的纸让我心寒所以