这寡独的黄昏，幕着雾与雨，我在我的心的孤寂里，感觉到它的叹息。
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.

我们把世界看错了，反说它欺骗我们。
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

人对他自己建筑起堤防来。
Man barricades against himself.

我们的欲望把彩虹的颜色借给那只不过是云雾的人生。
Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours of life.

说的时候很简单 爱上后却正巧打乱