Back for the fourth time around and still meaning every word. 回到第四阵子，仍然意味着每一个字。

Never more honest, always too tired. 永远不要比较老实，总是太累了。

Drowning in the pages I’ve planned: Provoke, destroy. Provoke, destroy. 淹没在我的计划网页：挑衅，破坏。挑衅，破坏。

I could be the lost cause, for I am dead poetry. 我可以失去事业，为我死的诗歌。

In this reflection, we are perfect disorder. 在这种反思，我们是完美的紊乱。

   

Bring back balance, bring restoration. I saw the waves again, I felt the impact. 带回平衡，使恢复。我又看到了波澜，我感受到了冲击。

I saw the waves again, I watched the current sway us. 我又看到了波澜，我看到目前的挥洒我们。

Bring back balance, bring restoration. Go.... 带回平衡，使恢复。去....

   

Lost in the clouds and my heart is sleeping. Within the tide, although my eyes are dying. 迷失在云和我的心脏正在睡觉。在潮，虽然我的眼睛正在死去。

   

Back for the fourth time around and still meaning every word. (every word) 回到第四阵子，仍然意味着每一个字。 （每个字）

Never more blatant, always too thoughtful. If I could change things, I’d change myself. 决不更加肆无忌惮，总是太周到。如果我可以改变的事情，我会改变自己。

   

Time to be joyful in no consistency. Faith can be our only regularity. 时间是快乐的没有一致性。信仰可以是我们唯一的规律性。

Time to be joyful in no monotony. There are no final goodbyes, this is our certainty. 时间是快乐的不单调。有没有最后的告别，这是我们必然的。

   

Bring back balance, bring restoration. I saw the waves again, I felt the impact. 带回平衡，使恢复。我又看到了波澜，我感受到了冲击。

I saw the waves again, I watched the current sway us. 我又看到了波澜，我看到目前的挥洒我们。

Bring back balance, bring restoration. 带回平衡，使恢复。

   

And just like that my life ceased to be. 就这样，我的生活不再是。

   

If I could change things, I’d change myself: Sunk to the bottom of a deaf, lifeless world. 如果我可以改变的事情，我会改变自己：沉没到一个聋子，毫无生气的世界的底部。