Oh my story is not the oldest of it's kind. 哦，我的故事是不是最古老的它的那种。

I was too touched to see you clearly, 我太感动了，以清楚地看到你，

far too young to realize I had loved so dearly you, 太年轻了，才意识到我已深爱心疼你，

who's world I had designed, 谁是世界上我设计了，

but the sweet smoke came with mirrors 但甜蜜的烟雾带着镜子

and it brought tears to my wide eyes. 它带来的泪我的大眼睛。

Dying just to see you... 临终只是看你...

dying since I misconstrued your blue heart, 垂死的，因为我误解你的蓝心脏，

black eyes, feigning falling, words I won't forget. 黑色的眼睛，假装掉落，话我是不会忘记的。

I died right when I saw you while you shared that cigarette. 我死权当我看见你，而你分享了一支烟。

   

Oh I saw you every time I closed my eyes, 哦，我看到你每次我闭上了眼睛的时候，

in the Hughes film I had scored, 在休斯的电影我已经拿下了，

produced and starred in, in my mind. 制作并主演，在我的脑海。

I could recite you, well, I'd written every line... 我可以背你，好了，我写的每一行...

but you strayed far from my flawless script 但你从我完美无瑕的脚本远远偏离

on which I'd spent a lifetime! 关于这一点我会一辈子！

Falling over dead. 倒下死了。

Dying since I had misread your blue heart, 垂死的，因为我看错了你的蓝心脏，

black eyes, feigning falling, words I won't forget. 黑色的眼睛，假装掉落，话我是不会忘记的。

I died right when I saw you while you shared that cigarette. 我死权当我看见你，而你分享了一支烟。