the brown and orange sky holds its breath 棕色和橙色的天空屏住呼吸

as the sun retreats to the distant horizon, 当太阳撤退到遥远的天际，

and our hearts palpitate anxiously as we soon will lay supine, 而我们的心搏动焦急，因为我们很快就会躺在仰卧，

and wait for sleep to overcome us 等待睡眠来克服我们

   

and from somewhere in our black, 和从在我们的黑色某处，

subconscious minds when we're asleep, 当我们睡着了潜意识，

comes a haunting swelling mass of voices, 而来的，是令人难忘的肿胀声音的质量，

resonating, its screams of forgotten victims and the cries of innocence, 共振，遗忘的受害者和天真的呼喊它的惨叫声，

and the desperate plea for recognition and recompense 和绝望的恳求认可和报酬

   

tiny voices, echoes of our heritage, 微小的声音，我们的遗产相呼应，

our long and sallow faces turn the other way, 我们长期而蜡黄的脸转向另一种方式，

tiny voices, harbored deep within 微小的声音，怀着深深的内

as we outwardly deny that they have something to say, 当我们向外否认他们有话要说，

and if we don't confront them they will never go away 如果我们不面对他们，他们永远不会消失

   

the billions of tiny pinhole embers fade into a morning sky 数十亿微小的针孔余烬消失在清晨的天空

filled with poignant morose wonder, 充满了凄美的郁闷奇迹，

waking, we bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil 醒来，我们承担了化妆品的和平，验证了风暴

which we carry deep inside 这是我们随身携带的内心深处