容易么容易么容易么!!!!
两个不懂英语的人折腾了一晚上,元气大伤!我无论如何要把它贴出来!!!
要珍惜我和马六甲的劳动成果!!!
I'm clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight
That actually existed just in your head
我敲击着你的手指 以为这样就能见到那一缕哥特的微光
它确实在你脑海中闪过
Your fingernails painted black
Or bloodred
I forget
你涂了黑色的指甲油---还是血红?
我忘记了
And your fake-leather volumes
Jabbering on hell
(这不知道怎么翻译...)
Manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhail
你希望散发出那种显而易见的颓废
Your eyes tried so hard to glitter
A star-snuffing black
你的双眸闪烁不定,仿佛星斗在黑暗中奋力保存一丝光亮
So you opened your books
你打开了书
And you opened your legs
打开了双腿
And so opened your heart
打开了心
And let in the badness
让邪恶趁虚而入
You claimed
As your friend
你声称它是你的朋友
With un-angels hovering
盘旋在你身边的并非天使
Like flies round the orchard
却像树林里的苍蝇
That had covered your soul
它蒙蔽了你的灵魂
Their empire increasing
它们的力量不断扩张
And your country
而你的王国
Deserted by yourself
被你一手毁灭
The bells of St. Mary call us to remember
圣玛丽的钟声让我们记起
That life is with end
每个生命都伴随着一个终点
And the gestures can kill us
我们会被姿态杀死
Moreover destroy
再多的罪
And there is one jugdement only
都只有一个审判
Your letters came daily
你的信每天到达
In French or in German
有时是法文,有时是德文
But they meant to me nothing
但于我来说它们没有任何意义
I caught the slow cords
And dry ice fogging your mind
是低迷的情绪和和干燥的冰模糊了你的意识
I see all too clearly now
我现在看得太清楚了
Why you should be discarded
所以为什么你必须死
And though I could pray for you
但我依然会为你祈祷
I probably shan`t
即便我也许不应该这么做
Having had my cup filled up
With your lies
And your makeup
我的生命曾经被你的谎言和面具填满
You were nothing
Thinking you`re something
你自以为是;但其实你什么都不是
And nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong
即便如此,我依然写了这首哥特挽歌
A sign to myself
And the memory of my past
作为我自身和过往的一个记认
I still write this gothic lovesong
我依然写了这首哥特挽歌
And the memory of my past
And a way to shut out your face
写下关于过往的全部记忆
写下忘记你面容的一个方式
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我实在太爱你了。你是小胖可爱。
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