The floor you walk on is smooth. There is no ground there. 你走在地板上是平稳的。有就是有没有接地。

Magic begins with blood. Outside, there are trees, 魔术开始了血。外，有树，

With concrete under their roots. But I have passed the tombs of kings, 根据他们的根混凝土。不过，我已经通过了国王的陵墓，

Regaled them with pacing, checked bins for food and wrappings. 款待他们起搏，检查箱食品和包装材料。

I have scoured the seas for miles, cloaked my face with ash. 我已经在海上出没英里，掩饰我的脸灰。

My fingertips opening, accepting my time. 我的指尖开放，接受我的时间。

   

The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes 半抽的烟黑缸

For me, I'm your sorrow 对于我来说，我是你的悲哀

Calling in your dreams 呼唤你的梦想

For me, I'm your shadow 对于我来说，我是你的影子

Howling in the streets 凛风在街头

   

Water chimes in the space between rocks, 水风铃在岩石之间的空间，

Speakers discharge and laughter is in the air, 扬声器放电和笑声在空气中，

Glass divides us, 玻璃分裂我们，

empty bottles 空瓶子

mark the steady sweep of day 马克天的平稳扫

   

Tomorrow, I will walk the streets 明天，我将走在街上

And steel myself for the familiar. Your eyes 和钢铁为自己所熟悉的。你的眼睛

Will not settle, a hunger. You'd be happier in your grave. 问题是得不到解决，绝食。你会在你的坟墓更幸福。

When we meet, share stories, you stretch me. I see, 当我们见面，分享故事，你舒展了我。我明白了，

I see a semi-circle of teeth. 我看到一个半圆的牙齿。

   

The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes 半抽的烟黑缸

For me, I'm your sorrow 对于我来说，我是你的悲哀

Calling in your dreams 呼唤你的梦想

For me, I'm your shadow 对于我来说，我是你的影子

Howling in the streets 凛风在街头