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- The Pretty Things Death 歌词
- The Pretty Things
- As your loved ones they place
你所爱之人把石头
Heavy stones on your face
放在你脸上
Your sonnets of life
你的生命之诗
They are filling the case
将自己填充
High windows inside me
我体内的高窗
Look down on your face.
俯视着你的脸
Changing white fingers
为沙堆里的人
For men in the sand
更换手指
Burning bright spears
你手里拿着
That you hold in your hand
滚烫发亮的矛头
Grey children you've spawned
你生下的灰小孩
They just won't understand
他们不会明白
As the slow pulse of sobbing
缓慢节拍的啜泣
Dries-from the sky
在天边干涸
My grief in red circles
我红圈里的悲伤
Surrounding an eye
环绕在一只眼上
Grey child stands looking
灰小孩们站起来
And passes on by.
看了看 就走开了
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