Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog. 红色的阳光穿过浓雾升起的地方。

The portrait of the jaded dawn who had seen it all before. 在疲惫的黎明之前，谁已经看到了这一切的肖像。

   

This day wept on my shoulders. 这一天，哭了我的肩膀上。

Still the same as yesterday. 还是昨天一样。

This path seems endless, body is numb. 这条路似乎无穷无尽，身体麻木。

The soul has lost its flame. 灵魂已经失去了它的火焰。

Walking in familiar traces to find my way back home. 走在熟悉的痕迹，找到我的路回家。

   

So there I was. 所以我是。

Within the sobriety of the immortals. 在神仙的清醒。

A semblance of supernatural winds passing through. 超自然的风穿过的假象。

The garden sighs, flowers die. 花园里的叹息，花死了。

   

The gate was closed that day, but I was bound to carry on. 门被关闭的那一天，但我注定要坚持下去。

She could not see me through the windows. 她看不到我透过窗户。

In dismay, strangest twist upon her lips. 在沮丧的是，当她的嘴唇奇怪的扭曲。

Graven face, she said my name. 雕刻的脸，她说我的名字。

   

Once inside I heard whispers in the parlour. 一旦进入我听到客厅里窃窃私语。

The gilded faces grin, aware of my final demise. 镀金的脸笑，知道我的最终消亡。

   

And I cried, I knew she had lied. 我哭了，我知道她撒了谎。

Her obsession had died, it had died. 她的痴迷已经死了，它已经死了。

   

When can I take you from this place? 我什么时候可以把你从这个地方？

When is the word but a sigh? 当这个词，但一声叹息？

When is death our lone beholder? 如果是死我们孤独的旁观者？

When do we walk the final steps? 当我们走在最后的步骤是什么？

When can we scream instead of whisper? 我们什么时候可以尖叫，而不是耳语？

   

When is the new beginning, 如果是新的开始，

the end of this sad MADRIGAL. 这个悲伤情歌的结尾。