From the Subway Train

When August comes
当八月来临
I don’t count the days
我不会数日子
Transitory views
短暂的想法
From the subway train
从地铁出来
How strange
好陌生
When life unfolds this way
当生活以这种方式呈现
In the driftless zone
在这无的放矢的地方
Sky’s are prone to stay off-gray
天空倾向于保持灰色
Clouds are omens too
乌云也是征兆
Fading at the rate
逐渐褪色
Most pleasant memories do
太多美好的回忆也是如此