怕光的

On the beach when we took off his shoes and bare feet of the same towards the coast, far from the sea up the sand and soft tread and Shibuya, where Kennedy was occasionally broken stone and Beja to the feet, through this "deep shallow kick kick "of the beach, came to the coast, from sea water near the beach and the beach is just a different, affected by sea erosion as a result of long-term, so flat like a huge ink paintings of the paper, see both want to get trampled in the above its smooth feel, afraid of their own footprints printed on the above, the destruction of the picture.

在沙滩时我们都不约而同的脱下鞋子光着脚奔向海边，距离海水远的沙子踩上去又软又涩，在那儿偶尔还会被坚石和碎贝扎到脚，走过这段"深一脚浅一脚"的海滩，来到海边，离海水近的沙滩和刚才的沙滩又是有着天壤之别，由于长期受海水冲刷，所以平坦得像一张巨大的画水墨画的宣纸，看上去既想在上面踩几脚感受一下它的平滑，又怕把自己的脚印印在上面，破坏了这天造地设的"画卷"。

Lyric Spend all your time waiting for that second chance For a break that would make it OK There's always some reasons to feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction or a beautiful release Memories seep from my veins Let me be empty and weightless And maybe I'll find some peace tonight In the arms of the angel Fly away from here From this dark, cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie You are in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here So tired of the straight line And everywhere you turn There're vultures and thieves at your back The storm keeps on twisting You keep on building the lies That you make up for all that you lack It don't make no difference, escape one last time It's easier to believe In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness That brings me to my knees

抒情花光你的时间等待，第二次机会，让我们稍作休息，使它有确定的总是由于某种原因感到不够好，似乎也很难在最后一天，我需要一些牵拉还是一个美丽的记忆，释放漏水，从我的脉，让我空洞和失重，也许我会找一些和平今晚的怀里天使飞走从这里从这个黑暗中，寒冷房间和吉祥说，你怕你抬出飞机残骸你的沉默你的遐想在武器的天使，你可以找到一些安慰，让疲倦的直线你到处转，歌颂雕和小偷在你的背部风波不断捻你们继续建设鬼话，你弥补一切，你没有这样做，不作任何区别，逃跑，最后一次是最容易相信在这甜蜜的疯狂，哦这一光荣的哀愁，我想提出我的膝盖

As I sat in my usual nook, and looked at him with the light of the girandoles on the mantelpiece beaming full over him — for he occupied an arm-chair drawn close to the fire, and kept shrinking still nearer, as if he were cold — I compared him with Mr Rochester.

我坐在往常的角落里，打量着他，借着壁炉上把他浑身照得透亮的枝形烛架上的光——因为他坐在靠近火炉的一把安乐椅上，还不住地挨近炉火，仿佛怕冷似的——我把他同罗切斯特先生作了比较。

But we don't care about Battlegrounds.

但我们并不在乎沙场中的显露。

Ah! don't mention it, the butcher's shop is a horror.

啊！不用提了。提到肉，真是糟透了。