every time i think of you
每一次我想到你

i feel shot right through with a bow of gloom
都感觉彻底地被忧郁之箭击中

it‘s no problem of mine
这不是我的问题

but it‘s a problem i find
但我发现了这个问题

living a life that i can‘t leave behind
我不能将生活抛之脑后

there‘s no sense in telling me
没有能够指示我的迹象

the wisdom of a fool won‘t set you free
愚人的智慧束缚着你

but that‘s the way that it goes
但那是它存在的方式

and it‘s what nobody knows
并且没有人知道

while every day my confusion grows
每天我的迷惑都在增长

every time i see you falling
每当我见你坠落

i get down>