A line of strands to mark the trail, A线股，以纪念步道，

No one said it would be easy. 没有人说这会很容易。

   

I must admit I thought the risk was better waged in younger seasons, 我必须承认，我以为风险是在年轻的季节更好的发动，

But all these years in the cold play hell on the throat 但这些年来在喉咙的冷打地狱

Till everything I say burns like cinders, 直到我说的一切就像煤渣灼伤，

Why it's hard to belong to a girl or a song 为什么很难属于一个女孩或一首歌

And the crease of a strangling winter 和一个绞杀冬季折痕

   

It's strange to be lost, stranger still to be lone 很奇怪丢失，奇怪的是被孤立

In the strings of a twisting line. 在扭线的琴弦。

Along the way the turns are sharp, 一路上圈是雪亮的，

No one said they would be easy, 没有人说他们是容易的，

I must admit I thought the trip was better in younger seasons. 我必须承认，我还以为这次旅行是在年轻的季节好。

But all these years in the pursuit made a man of a fool, 但这些年来在追求做一个傻瓜的人，

Till every word I say is on waver. 直到每一个字，我说的是在动摇。

   

Why it's hard to belong to a girl or a song 为什么很难属于一个女孩或一首歌

In the case of a selfish believer, 在一个自私的信徒的情况下，

It's strange to be lost and stranger still to be lone 很奇怪的丢失和陌生人仍是孤独的

In the strings in a twisting line [x2] 在扭曲线的琴弦[ X2 ]

   

And when the path I have made 当路径我已

From the grass to the grave, 从基层到坟墓，

I will love you still. 我仍然爱你。

And when the sand turns to glass 当砂变为玻璃

And all that's left is the past 和所有剩下的就是过去

And I will love you still. 我会永远爱你还是。