Tuesday
星期二
One year like any old other year
这年如同任何一年
In a week like any week
这周如同任何一周
Monday lying down Half Asleep
在星期一躺下，半梦半醒
People doing what people do
人们重复同样的事情
Loving，working，and
爱着，工作着, 还有
getting through No portraits on the walls Of Seventh Avenue
穿过墙上没有画像的第七大道
Then Tuesday came and went
星期二 来了又去
Like a helicopter overhead
如同在头顶盘旋的飞机
The Letter that she left Cold Addressed in Red
用冰冷红字写着地址的信，述说着 她的离去
Tuesday Came and went one
星期二 来了又去
One September
9月
When will she come again
她何时会再来
The thing about memories
关于记忆
They’re sure and bound to fade
它们是清晰的，却注定会消逝
Except for the stolen souls Left upon her blade
除了搁浅在她刀刃上的灵魂
Is Monday coming back That’s what Mondays do
星期一 将如往常一样到来
They Turn and Turn around
它们周而复始
Afraid to see it through
看它们如此的流逝 让我害怕
Then Tuesday came and went
星期二 来了又去
Like a helicopter overhead
如同在头顶盘旋的飞机
The Letter that she left Cold Addressed in Red
用冰冷红字写着地址的信，述说着 她的离去
Tuesday Came and went one
星期二 来了又去
One September
9月
When will she come again
她何时会再来
Tuesday Came and went one
星期二 来了又去
One September, When?
9月，何时？
Cold and dressed in red
冰冷的红色字迹
How could I forget
我又如何忘记
Tuesday Came and went
星期二 来了又去
Like a Helicopter overhead
像盘旋在头顶的飞机
Will she come again
她 会回来吗？
