A Gothic Love Song

I'm clicking your fingers
我与你指尖相触
for a gothic twilight
只为触及那缕哥特的暮光
that actually existed
它仅仅存在于
just in your head
你的脑海之中
your fingernails painted black or bloodred I forget
你的指甲是黑色还是血红 我忘记
and your fake-leather volumes jabbering on hell
而你以假革装订的绘卷正在地狱里喃语
manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhale
你希望发散出那种鲜明的颓废
your eyes tried so hard to glitter
你的双眸极力闪动着光芒
a star-snuffing black so you opened your books
对抗这吞噬星辰的黑夜 而你翻开了你的书页
and you opened your legs and so opened your heart
你打开了你的双腿 同时打开了你的心
and let in the badness you claimed as your friend
你容允邪恶造访其中 宣称这是你的朋友
with un-angels hovering like flies around the orchard
盘旋着的堕落天使们如同果蝇一般
that had covered your soul their empire increasing
蒙蔽了你的灵魂 他们的领土在扩张
and your country deserted by your self
而你的国家被你亲手埋葬
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
生命苦短终有尽时
and the gestures can kill us moreover destroy
这姿态会加害于我们直至摧毁殆尽
and there is one judgment only
而审判只会有一次
your letters came daily in french or in german
你的信每天都来 法语或德语写就
but they meant to me nothing i caught the slow chords
但它们对我毫无意义 我发现沉重的弦音
and dry ice fogging your mind
和干冰的浓雾模糊了你的心
i see all too clearly now why you could be discarded
现在我已经看透一切 你被抛弃的原因
and though i could pray for you i probably shan't
然而我依然为你祈祷 或许不该如此
having had my cup filled up with your lies and your make-up
我的生命已被你的谎言和伪装所填满
you were nothing thinking you're something
你自以为是 但你百无一是
and nonetheless i still write this gothic love song
即便如此 我依然写下这首哥特的情歌
a sign to myself and the memory of my past
作为我和我曾经的回忆的祭奠
i still write this gothic love song
我依然写下这首哥特的情歌
a sign to myself and the memory of my past
祭奠我和我曾经的回忆
and a way to shut out your face
并以此淡忘你的面容