Blind on a ledge, not a thing, not a... 盲人在窗台，不顺心的事情，而不是一个...

Road of broken heart, not a thing. Not at at all. 破心脏道，也不是个事。不是的。

You know... 你知道...

   

Of things we hear, nothing's there.. nothing. 我们听到的东西，没有什么是有..什么都没有。

She said "Why do you watch me?" said 'why?' 她说：“你为什么看我？ ”说： 为什么？

You know.. 你知道..

   

Maybe a good excuse not to give a fuck. But I... Care. For You. Said alright. Could be a good excuse. 也许一个很好的借口不给他妈的。但我不在乎。为了你。说好了。可能是一个很好的借口。

   

Full of love, just returned, just when.. 充满爱的，刚回国，就在..

You lied, it hurt and your pride... your pride. 你说谎，它真的在痛，你的骄傲......你的骄傲。

Hurt. Pride. 伤。傲慢。

   

And it is... not a thing...not a...you. It hurt. Nothing. And me. It is...these games.. are nothing. 它是......也不是个事......不是......你。它伤害了。什么都没有。和我。这是......这游戏..是什么。

   

Maybe a good excuse not to give a fuck. But I... But I... But I... But I... But I don't want you. And don't want me. These. games. are nothing. 也许一个很好的借口不给他妈的。但我......但我......但我......但我......但我不想要你。而不要我。这些。游戏。什么都不是。