There's a sense of longing in me 有渴望的感覺在我身上

As I read Rosemary's letter 當(dāng)我讀到羅斯瑪麗的信

Her writing's honest 她的文字的誠實(shí)

Can't forget the years she's lost 不能忘記她失去的歲月

   

In isolation 在隔離

She talks about her love 她談到她的愛

And as I read 當(dāng)我閱讀

"I'll die alone" “我會孤獨(dú)死”

I know she was aching 我知道她是心痛

   

There's a certain detail seen here 有一定的細(xì)節(jié)在這里看到

The pen must have slipped to the side 筆必須已經(jīng)下滑到一邊

And left a stain 并留下了污點(diǎn)

Next to his name 下一步，他的名字

She knows he's gone 她知道他走了

   

And isolation 和隔離

Is all that would remain 是所有將繼續(xù)

"The wound in me is pouring out “在我的傷口涌出來

To rest on a lover's shore" 休息對情人的岸“