It's midnight and she's lonely. 这是午夜，她是孤独的。

But it's nothing she can't take. 但是，这没有什么，她不能拿。

No, it ain't the whispers, that ain't the problem. 不，它不是窃窃私语，那是没有问题的。

It's the watching, waiting, hoping, praying while nothing seems to change. 这是观望，等待，希望，祈祷，而似乎没有任何改变。

   

She could take another broken heart. 她可以采取另一种破碎的心脏。

She could take another long goodbye. 她可以采取另一种漫长的告别。

She could fall in love or she could fall apart, that's fine. 她能爱上（她）可能会崩溃，这很好。

But can't she try? 但她不尝试一下呢？

   

She's asking questions into the mirror. 她问这问那入镜。

The silence that answers, she knows too well. 回答那沉默，她知道太清楚。

She's holding onto a promise, 她抓着一个承诺，

That what she'll be feeling is worth all she's felt. 就是她会感觉是值得所有她的感觉。

   

She could take another broken heart. 她可以采取另一种破碎的心脏。

She could take another long goodbye. 她可以采取另一种漫长的告别。

She could fall in love or she could fall apart, that's fine. 她能爱上（她）可能会崩溃，这很好。

But can't she fall? 但她不下降？

   

Can't she have one little look, that's all. 不可能，她有一个稍微留意一下，仅此而已。

Cause I know she'll get by. 因为我知道她会得到通过。

   

She could take another broken heart. 她可以采取另一种破碎的心脏。

   

She could take another broken heart. 她可以采取另一种破碎的心脏。

She could take another long goodbye. 她可以采取另一种漫长的告别。

She could fall in love or she could fall apart, that's fine. 她能爱上（她）可能会崩溃，这很好。

But can't she try? 但她不尝试一下呢？