Warm like blood 温暖如血

and tastes like wine, 而像葡萄酒的口味，

I still feel You in here. 我还是觉得你在这里。

I still live inside Your eyes; 我还活在你的眼睛;

half the world is letting. 一半的世界让。

Back when I found Your arms 回来时，我发现你的武器

and my lonely cut up body, 我的孤独削减了身体，

I could not go on. 我不能去。

Everything was dead 一切都已经死了

or couldn't fight. 或者可以不打。

   

Letters to You, I read, 给你的信，我看了，

in my awful sleep. 在我可怕的睡眠。

Skies turn gold, 天空变成金，

I hear thunder creep, 我听到雷声蠕变，

and it cuts like knives. 它削减像刀。

   

And I will always return to You, 我总是会返回给你，

'cause in a way I belong to You. “造成一种方法，我属于你。

   

Sorry if I don't learn from my losses. 很抱歉，如果我不从我的损失中学习。

Everyone is dead; 每个人都死了;

and I can't think of how we got in here. 我不认为我们在这里是如何得到的。

Choked up and angry with my struggle. 哽咽起来，愤怒的跟我斗争。

I'm not the farthest from You. 我不是你最远。

I'm not the closest to Your honor. 我不是最接近你的荣誉。

You let me save myself. 你让我救自己。

   

You let the wind breathe 你让风呼吸

down my neck. 顺着我的脖子。

I regret and regret 我感到遗憾和后悔

'till there's nothing left. “直到什么都不剩。

There were patterns. 有图案。

There were shapes in the form 有形状的形式

of a loss. 的损失。