再次走到沒有家的街道上
我渴望找到歇息的一角
尋覓得再累也沒關係
假如你是我的
可案發現場的血腥不曾消失
我又如何繼續隱藏真相
事實是串門子便好
假如我是勇敢
Sometimes you have a choice sometimes you don't. What makes a difference?
Every night I empty my heart, but by morning it’s full again.
Slow droplets of you seep in through the night’s soft caress.
At dawn I overflow with thoughts of us,
An aching pleasure that gives me no respite
Love cannot be contained, the neat packaging of desire Splits asunder, spilling crimson through my days
Long, languishing days that are now bruised tender with yearning
Spent searching for a fingerprint, a scent, a breath you left behind.