Thought Crime

像你这样待人真诚友好的人
Somebody like yourself, true and kind
永远不会理解我内心的苦痛
would never understand this aching heart of mine
诅咒他人是我最拿手的事
Cursing other people yes is what I do best, and so I
所以我才写着诗歌打发时间
Write songs to pass the time
我一直梦想着上电视

听到观众们对我赞不绝口
I’ve always dreamed of being on TV
但目前我正在想如何尽力将这把刀磨得更锋利些
To hear the audience lovingly praise me
听到了玻璃被打碎的声音
For now I guess I’ll make this knife sharp as can be
也听到了一张纸被撕碎的声音

还有这分别之后的残阳
Hear the crash of glass being pounded at
是多么的美丽啊......
The tearing noise of a sheet of paper torn to shreds
即使再多也是显而易见的吧
And the setting sun after “goodbye” is said
鸟儿在黄昏时引吭高歌
is just so lovely…
我感觉到这空虚的疼痛迫使我也开始了绝唱
Even that much is plain to see!
而你仍踌躇于阴影之中

踮起脚尖，晚霞连天
The birds cry out their song in the sunset
一不小心说漏了嘴，那是我对你的道别
This empty ache I feel starts to sing a swan song too
我想被人们所接纳，也想去爱上一个人
And yet you linger still in the shadows
这就是人们口中的“梦想”吗？
Standing on your toes, sky a flaming red hue
我只是众多废人中又一个一事无成的懒人
Slipping off my tongue, was my goodbye to you
但也请让我满足一下吧

像你这样温柔敦厚的人不会懂的
I wanted to be seen, I want to love
这种溢满胸腔的嫉妒感
Are these the “dreams” that people talk about?
永远都只寻找去攻击或给予他们还击的机会
Just another beggar begging for it to be
听到了啤酒瓶摔在路灯上的声音
I’m lazy. Hurry and satisfy me!
也听到了吉他被摔断的声音

这些无法弥补的遗憾
Somebody like yourself, wouldn’t get
尽管是美丽的
This ugly jealousy that simmers in my chest
但这种道理，即使再多也是显而易见的吧
Always looking for an opportunity to hit and to strike them back
这些话语永无止境的落在我身上

寒冬刺入我寂寞的心境
Hear the crash of glass bottles striking lamps
然后是春日里
The blaring noise a guitar makes as it’s being slammed
群山后薄雾升上了天空
These regrets with no way to make amends
紧跟着的是夏日的微风拂过我的双颊
Though it’s lovely
像你这样待人真诚友好的人
Just the thought, see, that even that much is plain to see...!
永远不会理解我内心的苦痛

活是活不下去了，死又不想死
The words, relentless, beat down upon me
所以我才写着诗歌度日
December slowly creeps into my September heart
我无时无刻都能感受到充斥着憎恶与仇恨的言语
And in the spring, the mist in the mountains
还有每个人看向我时投下的厌恶的目光
Rises in the sky, summer follows behind
这就是我为什么只写伤害他人的歌的原因
Carressing both my cheeks, as the breeze passes by
这种缺少灵魂的歌曲，就好比你现在听到的这首一样

想要饮下你的言语
Somebody like yourself, true and kind
我以双手承接，却无盛放之处
would never understand this aching heart of mine
但愿有天它可以滋润我干涸的喉咙吧
I’m no good at living but I don’t wanna die, and so I
但在它完成之前，我也只会在此处等待
Write songs to pass the time
鸟儿在黄昏时引吭高歌

这种孤独快给我化为诗歌
I feel it everyday, the words, the hate
在斜阳中与你分别啊
The sheer disgust of everybody as they look my way
等待着夜晚的到来，将我沉溺在忧郁之中
It’s why I only write songs that hurt other people now
说出口的这句话，是我对你的告别
And songs without a soul like the one that you’re hearing now

I want to drink your words down completely
I use my hands to hold them, nowhere to put them in
One day my drought will no doubt diminish
But until it does, waiting here until then

The birds cry out their song in the sunset
I beg this empty ache, to turn itself into a tune
And say goodbye to you in this sunset
Waiting for the night to come drown me in blue
Slipping off my tongue, is my goodbye to you