On the street where I grew up. 在我成长的街道。

There was a girl named Adalia. 有一个叫Adalia女孩。

We used to walk to a part deep in the woods. 我们过去走深在树林的一部分。

And in the middle of the night. 而在半夜。

I can still hear her cries. 我仍然能听到她的哭声。

   

I remember the police around. 我记得警察身边。

I remember the awful sound. 我记得可怕的声音。

But the hardest memory. 但最难的记忆。

Was when she laughed with me. 是当她笑我。

I never saw her there. 我从来没有见过她。

I remember I just started running. 我记得我刚开始运行。

I’m so sorry, Adalia. 我很抱歉， Adalia 。

   

Whatever happened out there. 无论发生在那里。

Will never be clear. 永远不会清楚的。

Life can be so unfair. 生命可以如此不公平的。

I miss you Adalia. 我想念你Adalia 。

I miss you Adalia 我想念你Adalia

   

On the street where I grew up. 在我成长的街道。

There was a man who lived alone. 有一个人，谁独居。

He used to walk to a part deep in the woods. 他经常步行到在树林深处的一部分。

I never thought of it. 我从来没有想到这一点。

But he wont leave my head. 但他不会离开我的头。

I swear I saw him in the woods earlier that night. 我发誓我看到他在树林里早期的夜晚。

   

Whatever happened out there. 无论发生在那里。

Will never be clear. 永远不会清楚的。

Life can be so unfair. 生命可以如此不公平的。

I miss you Adalia. 我想念你Adalia 。

I miss you Adalia. 我想念你Adalia 。