Was i bewitched by the thin red line 被我迷住了细细的红线

and let it snip the silver twine 并让它剪断银麻线

i stare in silence 我盯着沉默

that is mine 这是我的

   

discomfort of my silent fear, so icy cold, 不舒服的我沉默的恐惧，就是冰冷，

yet somehow seems to sear my soul 但不知何故，好像烧焦了我的灵魂

until the ache's too much to bear, 直到疼痛的承受了太多，

as mortal life now disappears 作为凡人的生活，现在消失了

   

to steal sweet youth before it turned to gold. 偷甜美的青春才变成了金子。

existence now is not what i was told; 现在存在的是不是我被告知;

   

wastelands of sorrow, i welcome all i receive 悲伤的荒地，我欢迎所有我收到

blood before tears, you will see 血泪之前，你会看到

cold and redundant, i deserve everything i get 冷和冗余，我应该尽我得到

   

what joy, want for nothing 什么样的快乐，想要什么

sweet rapture for i am nothing 甜美的狂喜，因为我没有

   

desolation is a delicate thing 苍凉是一种微妙的东西