He walks these streets some nights until way past twelve. 他走在这些街道有些晚，直到过去的12路。

His mind can't decide if he's in heaven...he just can't tell. 他的头脑不能决定，如果他在天堂......他根本无从知晓。

He sees her standing there, smiling by the lamp post shine. 他看见她站在那里，由灯柱熠熠生辉微笑。

His heart can't remember ever feeling, oh, so fine. 他的心脏不记得曾经的感觉，呵呵，做精。

She gone. 她走了。

She not coming back, no way. 她不回来了，没办法。

She gone. 她走了。

She not coming back to stay. 她不会再回来住。

She gone. 她走了。

   

And as she turns away his eyes lost in her back. 当她转身离开他的眼睛失去了她的背部。

His feet continue down some ancient railroad track. 他的脚继续向下一些古老的铁轨。

And right then, right there he sees that he's done wrong. 而正确的话，在那里他看到他做错了。

And as he opens his eyes, realizes that she gone. 当他睁开眼睛，意识到她走了。

   

Well, she gone, she not coming back, no way. 嗯，她走了，她不会回来了，没办法。

She gone, she not coming back to stay. 她走了，她不会再回来住。

Well, she gone, she never coming back again. 嗯，她走了，她再也不会回来了。

She gone, what's he gonna do 'til then? 她走了，什么是他该怎么办，直到呢？

She gone. 她走了。

She gone. 她走了。

She gone. 她走了。

She gone so far away. 她走了这么远。

She gone. 她走了。