How do I know if you’ve moved on,
Years go by but the pain is not gone.

The nights still filled with fear of you,
Rewatching the pain that you put me through.

Oooooooh.

Did you see what I lost,
Deep in the shadows,
Of your haunting ghost.

Did you see what I lost,
Deep in the shadows,
Of your haunting ghost.

ahhhhhhhhhhhh ooooooooooh.

Did you see what I lost,
Deep in the shadows,
Of your haunting ghost.

Oooooooh.

Deep in the shadows,
Of your haunting ghost.

I dont hate you
But I don’t want to be here when you wake up
I used to love you
But now your only something that I’ve lived through
We had a losing hand from the start
And I was always terrible at playing cards
We played a losing game and I was bored
But we were never very good at keeping score
You gotta get through
The things that make you forget what you been through I would have died for you
But some things you can never undo
We played a losing game and I was bored
We were never very good at keeping score
We had a losing hand from the start
And I was always terrible at breaking hearts
I hate loving you I hate loving you I hate loving you

The morning wakes you up
With a heavy head on the pillow
See the light on the buildings Leave the water running
But I don’t know what is coming
But I don’t know what is coming
But I don’t know what is coming
But I can see why you’re running
In the night, you told me
It all would be fine
Not to worry about it
But you can hear it humming
But I don’t know what is coming
But I don’t know what is coming
But I don’t know what is coming
But I can see why you’re running

中文:

在那恬适的地方
有一个可以栖息的宁静
从四周轻柔的传来
有花开的声音

穿着紫色衣裙的歌姬
在眼前行舞
歌唱 循环 保持 远去

ENG:

In that tranquil place,
Lies a haven of quiet serenity.
From all around, softly drifting,
Comes the sound of flowers in bloom.
A singer in a violet dress,
Dancing before my eyes.
Singing, spinning, lingering,
Drifting away into the distance.

FR:

Dans cet endroit paisible,
Un havre de sérénité attend.
Tout autour, doucement,
Parvient le son des fleurs qui éclosent.
Une chanteuse vêtue d’une robe violette
Danse devant mes yeux.
Elle chante, tourne, demeure, puis s’éloigne…