"it's not really poetry but it's pretty," he said. “它不是真正的诗，但它是相当的，”他说。

as he raises his voice, she lowers her head. 他提出了他的声音，她垂下了头。

"it make my heart heavy, you're lonely, i think. “它让我的心脏重，你是孤独的，我想。

oh rose, your're sad i suppose." 哦，玫瑰，需要的资料悲伤，我想。 “

   

"Look in her bed and she's bound to be sleeping. “看在她的床上，她势必要睡觉。

she's lying there dead - no, she's breathing." 她躺在那里死了 - 不，她的呼吸“ 。

   

furious rose, with your opiate eyes. 愤怒的玫瑰，你的鸦片眼睛。

your languorous hum, that tone of surprise. 你没精打采的嗡嗡声，惊讶的语气。

i've heard energy in adversity. 我听说能在逆境中。

your smile: the soul of witchery. 你的微笑：巫术的灵魂。

you're not running away, 你没有逃跑，

you're not running - are you? 你没有运行 - 是吗？

   

lyrically longing, she's tearing the words from the page. 抒情的向往，她撕裂的页面的话。

she's fearfully seething. 她害怕地沸腾。

"bring me your blessings, a prayer, or a new pen. “给我你的祝福，祈祷，或新笔。

- you don't know what i need." - 你不知道我需要什么。“

   

"look in my bed and i'm bound to be sleeping, 在我的床上“看，我必然要睡觉，

i'm lying there dead, but i'm breathing. 我躺在那里死了，但我还在呼吸。

   

and i'm barely balancing as it is, 我很勉强平衡，因为它是，

and i don't want to drown in my dreams. 我不希望在我的梦里淹没。

bring me wild plums and agrimony 带给我的野生李子，仙鹤草

- i bet you don't even no what that means." - 我敢打赌，你甚至不没有什么意思。“

   

furious rose, with your opiate eyes. 愤怒的玫瑰，你的鸦片眼睛。

and your languorous hum, that tone of surprise. 和你没精打采的嗡嗡声，惊讶的语气。

i've heard the energy in adversity. 我听说在逆境中的能量。

your smile: the soul of witchery. 你的微笑：巫术的灵魂。

you're not running away, 你没有逃跑，

youre not running - are you? 你不在运行 - 是吗？

   

gingerly peering, over his shoulder, removed herself from the room. 小心翼翼地窥视，在他的肩膀，卸下自己的房间。

she's terribly freezing, she always knows when to go. 她可怕的冻结，她总是知道什么时候去。