The sign said "Headshots" 该标志表示“爆头”

And that was all, 而这一切，

A picture of a boy 一个男孩的照片

And a number you could call, 和一个数字，你可以打电话，

Two eyes in the shade 两只眼睛在阴凉处

A mouth so sad and small, 一口口这么伤心，小，

It's strange the way a shadow 很奇怪的方式阴影

Can fall across the wall, 能下降穿过墙壁，

And make the difference 和使不同

In what you see 在你所看到的

Ah... 啊...

   

He's just a poster, but 他只是一张海报，但

He's everywhere, 他无处不在，

A face under a street lamp 在路灯A面

Ripped and hanging in the air, 撕开挂在空中，

Turn the corner 转个弯

And he's still there, 而且他还在那里，

Watching all the people 看着所有的人

Who are passing unaware, 谁是路过不知道，

Is there a judgement 有没有一个判断

In what he sees? 在他所看到的？

Ah... 啊...

   

On a day 某一天

As cold 由于冷

And gray 灰

As today... 截至今天...

   

The sign says "Headshots" 牌子上写着“爆头”

It's all I see, 这是我所看到的，

A boy becomes a picture 一个男孩变成一个图片

Of guilt and sympathy, 内疚和同情，

And so I think of you 所以，我想你

In memory 在内存

Of the days we were together, 我们在一起的日子，

And I knew that you loved me 我知道你爱我

That was the difference 这就是区别

In what we see, 在我们所看到的，

But that's history... 但是，这是历史...

Ah... 啊...